21 Playroom for adults. Part 1 (1/2)

Barefoot, clothed only in a lace babydoll far too small to contain her huge breasts, Rhea leaves the small living room impregnated with the smell of her own body, into which two maids armed with rags and soap are already rushing.

If the burning fire of the chimney made the atmosphere of this place comfortable, the babydoll made of airy lace that reveals most of her buttocks and that rubs against her nipples, causing them to quickly erect isn't enough to warm her sweaty body.

Along the vast main corridor on the ground floor, embarrassed by the various servants whose eyes are attracted by her almost naked and frozen body, Rhea positions her arm on her body to dissimulate her breasts.

”Leave your breasts free Miss Rhea. Allow me to enjoy watching these two wonders bounce to the rhythm of your footsteps.”

The request of the Baron's wife almost sounds like a disguised order. Rhea, aware that she's only a guest and somewhat excited by the situation, obeys without protest and withdraws her arm.

Certainly still unsatisfied, the Baron's wife plunges her hand into the notch of the babydoll and pulls out one of her heavy breast which she places above the fabric. Carrying out the same operation with the second one, the mature woman observes the two masses of flesh jumping slightly at each step Rhea takes for a moment and happy with the sight her young friend offers her, she smiles.

Her two huge breasts again offered for all to see, she advances silently in the dark corridor on the ground floor. Pretending to ignore the bumps that have just appeared under the satin pants of the two men, she bites her lip so as not to let out a moan when the mature woman's fingers wander between her thighs.

The castle is smaller than that of the Viscount and after having entered a spiral staircase of rough stones, Rhea begins to go down in the direction of the first basement.

The atmosphere in this place is sinister. Apart from the sound of the heels of her noble sexual partners clack against the thick steps, only a stifling silence reigns.

A little worried about where she is going, Rhea decides to to break up this atmosphere that decidedly doesn't suit her.

”Baron, are you taking me to some kind of basement bedroom?”

In answer to her question, it's a voice coming from her right that addresses to her.