"So did you, I'll bet."

"Huh?"

"Joan, you're getting all steamed up just describing it. I don't see why, really. Doing toenails is part of a personal maid's job, isn't it?"

"Well, it was the way she did it, I guess. And the way Margalo just laid back and let her. Like mistress and slave." Then, with a weak grin, "But if I'm steamed up, darling, blame it on yourself. You look so sexy this morning, you don't know what you're doing to me. Even now…"

"Now?"

"Right now. But it'll keep. Except that I would like a nice good-bye kiss just to remember you by." Fully dressed, Joan leaned down over the bed. "One small kiss?"

"Sure. If you don't mind the taste of butter."

"Mmm…" Joan mumbled into the kiss. "Delicious. Absolutely delicious…" Her lips clung, but she went on speaking in a muffled tone, uttering words between wriggles of the tip of her probing tongue. "Mmm… darling… how I wish I could crawl right back into bed with you."

Fingers drifted over Elspeth's flesh in a pattern of worshipful yearning; the fervor communicated itself and her body came alive to the gentle but unmistakably desirous touch. As much as the sex urge, though, now she felt the need to be kind. It seemed only fair that she should bestow a little benevolence upon this nice roommate who was being so attentive to her. A token gesture, perhaps, in gratitude for breakfast in bed.

"Joan…"

"Hmm?"

"Okay if you're a few minutes late for work?"

"Late for work?" Then, trembling and succumbing to the push of Elspeth's hand on her head, "Oh, you darling!"

"Wait. Move the tray first."

"Darling… darling…"

"Now you can kiss my cunt. Want to?"

"Mmm, yesss!"

Benevolent indeed, that was how Elspeth felt. Only she didn't have to do a damn thing but lie there and let the sudden sensation sweep over her. The seeking lips and devouring mouth had energy to spare, energy enough for both.