As Maurice held open the rear right door of the vehicle, Melissa alighted first, with Steve following behind her. The chauffeur helped each out by the arm.

"Thank you, Maurice," said Mrs. Staunton. "We won't be needing you any longer this evening," she smiled. Maurice bowed from the waist and this interested Steve. He'd seen things like this only in movies. It also amused him. But he didn't grin because Maurice was looking directly into his eyes.

"Good evening," said Maurice. Without looking at either Steve or Mrs. Staunton, he climbed behind the wheel and headed the vehicle in the direction of the garage behind the great house.

From an upstairs window, Madam Andre, the housekeeper, watched. She was wearing a dressing gown, under which she was nude. Madam Andre was attractive, with a full, ripe body, luscious breasts, a broad backside and firm legs. She was also an especially hairy woman. Her triangle was a great bush of thick, wiry black hair. Through this veritable forest, her plump, meaty cunt lips were not visible, but when she parted her pussy to examine herself, her cunt lips appeared thick and spongy. Unlike Melissa's cunt, which opened like a flower in bloom, Madam Andre's cunt was long and narrow. When it opened wide to admit a finger, a prick, or a sweet tongue, it was a genuine tunnel of hot love, and it required much attention; it took a lot of fingering, sucking, stroking, tonguing, and caressing before her clitoris, about the size of an olive pit when fully erect, would respond.

Her breasts were magnificent and beautifully curved. Her nipples were unusually large and stiff. The color of her aureoles was deep, complementing the blackness of the hair on her head, in her armpits and between her thighs.

Madam Andre had peasant feet, peasant hands and a walk one would associate with a farm girl. She loved to eat. She loved to drink. Cognac was her favorite beverage after champagne and beer. But seldom was she seen drunk. Madam Andre could handle her booze.