“You rang, Madame?” the maid asked with a slight bow, exposing her lovely and more than adequate chest works that nearly tumbled out of the low cut bodice of her dress.
“And where have you been?” Silvia said. “I rang and no one appeared.”
“Sorry, Your Grace,” the tiny maid said quietly, bowing even more deeply so that one creamy breast actually tumbled out of her bodice. With her hands chained behind her, there was no way for the maid to recover her exposed breast and she just rose back up to her original standing position as though nothing was wrong.
Silvia appeared not to notice the single tit display. “Buzz George and instruct him to come up here and take Bunny’s Rover down to the dairy barn, remove the steamer chest from the boot and place the contents in the wash stall. You will a
