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While she was inspecting the room a pair of porters arrived with her luggage, and massage Genevieve directed them to place them in the bedroom for her to unpack later. Once Margret had given her approval of the room, everyone but the lady’s maid left. “What is your name girl,” Margret asked. “My name is Mimi ma’am,” the girl told her in thickly accented but understandable English. “Draw me a bath while I unpack Mimi,” Margret commanded. “Then you can help me bathe.” While Mimi began running water into the tub and adding scented oils Margret began taking clothes and her effects from one of her cases, putting them haphazardly into and on top of the dresser in the bedroom. When she heard the water shut off, Margret undressed herself and went into the washroom. Unfortunately while the hotel had running water for the wash basin and tub, it still relied on chamber pots for other matters. While Mimi set out a towel and bathrobe, Margret squatted over the porcelain bowl and relived herself. Finished Margret went over to the tub and slowly lowered herself in, allowing the warm water to take away some of the aches of her long voyage. “You can dispose of that,” Margret told Mimi, waving to the chamber pot, “then you can return to wash me.” Mimi picked up the chamber pot and hurried out of the room. Margret heard the door to her suite close behind the girl, then open again some few minutes later. Mimi came back into the washroom carrying the now empty and cleaned chamber pot. She set it down in its place, the picked up a washcloth and came to the edge of the tub. “You might as well take your clothes off,” Margret commanded. “There’s no sense getting your dress wet.” Silently Mimi pulled the thin muslin dress she was wearing over her head to reveal a plain white shift underneath. She paused until Margret said, “The shift as well. Hurry up before the water gets cold.” Mimi took off her shift to reveal a toned tanned body. She had small breasts capped with large dark nipples and she was completely hairless below her neck. Margret was intrigued. She had heard that some of the ladies of the night in London shaved completely, but here it was probably a matter of comfort in the heat. Mimi knelt beside the tub and dipped the washcloth into the water. Margret leaned forward to allow the interracial girl the begin washing her neck and back. The soft cloth over Mimi’s firm hands felt wonderful and Margret let out a moan of pleasure. Once Mimi was done washing her back, Margret leaned back to let the girl work her front. Mimi wasn’t shy as exotic she ran the cloth over Margrets shoulders, arms and stomach before soaping and massaging the English girl’s much larger breasts. Too soon for Margret’s taste Mimi moved on and asked Margret to put up her legs so they could be washed. While Mimi washed her legs Margret began to idly run her hands over Mimi’s legs, admiring their smooth muscularity. chinese She moved her hand to Mimi’s crotch, and Mimi obligingly opened her legs japanese to allow Margret’s exploration. “Do you shave yourself?” Margret asked. “No ma’am,” Mimi replied as she continued to wash Margret’s legs. “One of the other girls shaved me and I shave her.” When she was going out on a Wednesday night – exotic she would come downstairs already to go out with her coat on. We merely arrange for her– or him– to grow up in your land as what you would consider to be normal men or women.” I interracial am also intrigued by the female breast. That last bit was said with a smile. With a slap on his knees, he rose from his chair and I did the same. Once you know that you can take it you can let him Mount you as before but this time hold his cock to It wasn’t. She always made you feel like you were seeing something you shouldn't like... but did. 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