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A painter’s apprentice (chapter 1-6)

Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Lesbian, Reluctance, Romance, Young, Author: Artemis108, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

runaway dog in my house.” “Who’s this?” Asked Lorenzo, squinting at her. “Don’t you remember? This is Lucrezia, the servant girl we took in last night. Says she’ll work for free.” He acknowledged her with an apathetic snort. Severina turned to her. “I want you to sweep and scrub the floors. Then I want you to set out the silverware and porcelain. Do you understand?” She scurried meekly into the kitchen and then paused to marvel at the feast Mesalina had prepared. Sirloin braised in oranges. Vermicelli with tomato sauce. Mozzarella with fruit. Her mouth watered. When was the last time she ate? She couldn’t remember. The smell had an indescribable richness to it. It even looked beautiful. “Don’t even think about it, little peasant.” Said Lorenzo who had sat watching her hunger with evident amusement. She lowered her head and finished her task. “Almost ready.” Remarked Mesalina. It was a relief to hear her voice. “It’s time to set out the porcelain.” She watched Mesalina’s hands artfully rearrange the fruit. They were so elegant. They couldn’t have been more perfect if Lorenzo had painted them. She found her eyes wandering up Mesalina’s arms, and wondered why the graceful fullness of her breasts made her heart pound so fervently... “Like what you see, Lucrezia?” She was snapped back to reality and realized she’d been moving her eyes up and down Mesalina’s body, drinking in every detail. For how long, she didn’t know. Her mouth was still gaping. She looked guiltily at her feet, ... her cheeks smoldering with embarrassment. What must Mesalina think of her now? She was so ashamed of herself. She fled from the kitchen and awkwardly awaited instruction from Severina. “Go get the fruit and the pasta. Then you will sit next to Mesalina. Listen, and be ready to retrieve the next course when I ask for it.” She obeyed and after she returned with the two platters she seated herself timidly next to Mesalina continued to stare at her feet. Suddenly Meslina’s hand touched her thigh under the table sending a paralyzing tremor up her spine. Very slowly the hand slid into her lap and began to gently knead between her thighs. Why was Mesalina doing this? Why at the table? Why now? She squirmed and shifted, and to her temporary relief the hand withdrew. Then it slid down and lifted the hem of her skirt. Mesalina was slowly stroking upwards on her bare legs. Her fingertips fluttered delicately over her skin. Up. Down. Back and forth. In circles. They slowly made their way to her inner thigh. She squeezed her legs together, but the hand always managed to lodge itself between them and continue it’s stroking. She bit her lip. She clenched her body. She suppressed a gasp as the hand found its intended destination. Mesalina messaged her in circular strokes. Her hand gradually increased its pressure and tempo. She stifled moans and gasps. Why was Mesalina doing this to her? Finally a soft agonized cry escaped her. All eyes turned to her in mild astonishment. She realized that ...