The pillow muffled her gasp. The pillows of her flesh all but muffled the avid moan back there, a moan that she felt as a searing breath and heard only as a soft hum. Her body started a slow movement of its own, jutting and adjusting to the smooth cheeked face that was broadening the crack between her buttocks like a gentle but inexorable wedge. The tongue-tip touched her intimately, searching, prying, probing – and when the final thrust came she had to grit her teeth to keep from shrieking. The final thrust of that hot tongue…

"Joan!"

"Umm?"

"Oooh, I love that."

"Mmm…"

"Kiss me there, kiss it, kiss my ass!" The expression was downright vulgar; it sounded mean and nasty and yet terribly thrilling somehow, and that made her wonder if being mean and nasty wasn't all part of the thrill. The wild thrill, the excitement, the overwhelming sensuality! Oh shit, who would have dreamed there were so many intriguing twists and turns to this business of lesbian love?

CHAPTER THREE

Bent over the bare feet of her mistress, the diligently attentive maidservant applied tinted lacquer with deft precision. Above her, clad in only a negligee, indolently a sprawl on the chaise, the beautiful brunette mistress watched out of somnolent green eyes, a faintly musing smile curving the corners of her lips. Even now, half asleep, taking her voluptuous ease, Margalo Fitch found a certain pleasure in the way the job on her toenails was being done. Kate was always so careful, so meticulous, so very anxious to please.

"Uh… ma'am?"

"Hm?"

"The polish okay? Want to check and see before I do the final buffing?"

"I'm sure it's just fine, Kate. Finish up. I've got company coming in a little while."

"Yes'm. Won't take long." Margalo's eyelids drooped slightly, not quite shutting out the exhilarating sight of the servant fussing over her like a fawning slave.