‘Oh!’ I cried out in pleasure.
The cook snapped around from the hob and looked at us. ‘You’re a disgrace, the pair of you!’ she snapped. ‘There’ll be no time for that today. Get away from her, Jonathan. Annette needs to get dressed, and go and visit the Duke.’ So, I suppose Annette was my new name.
Jonathan, his cheeks red with embarrassment and, no doubt, arousal, stood up and scurried away, keeping his back to me as he peeled potatoes.
I stood up and stepped out of the bath with a sigh, my pussy still glistening, not just with bath water, but also with desire. I took the red dress that lay on the back of the chair by the fire, and as I pulled it on, over my skin, I marvelled at the silkiness of the fabric, the way it clung to my figure, and I felt not like a woman any more, but like I was made of flames. I couldn’t believe the change that had come over me.
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