“That c**k is bigger than it ought to be, boy,” she said sharply. “Get it under control, or I shall do it for you. And that will be nasty, I can promise you.”
The boy blushed. “I’m sorry, miss,” he said.
“Anyway, I’ve finished with you now,” she said. “Empty the bath tub and leave.” Seashell smiled to herself once he had gone. There was compensation for her moment of unsatisfied desire in being able to boss him around a bit. I’ve come a long way, she thought.
When he had gone Seashell busied herself with her toilette. First, she used a sharp shell to shave between her legs. She knew Ocean liked her to be smooth. As she did so, pulling the lips of her cunt this way and that, she felt how wet she had become, just from the brief interaction with the houseboy. Such a slut, she said to hers
