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4. The wrong band ! Tory Amos

It was the strangest of dreams. Veronica brushed her teeth thinking about it. First she was shoveling dirt in the garden and next, she was with JD boning away on her new blue swing set, the same they did the night they met but wilder, harder, greater. He moved between her legs like an evil orgasmatron device and just the thought of that aroused her.

Veronica took off her pyjamas and hit the shower in a hurry. The water was boiling and the vanilla soap made her skin stung. She realized there were tiny scratches all over her cause they hurt as hell. Pain was something. It was way better than the numbness of the previous months. She could endure the nightmares. Bearing that in mind, she started caressing herself but the moment she approached to the climax, Veronica felt something odd, as if someone were in the bathroom with her.

It was not just the hunch of being observed; she opened her eyes to see a real shadow behind the shower curtains. The shadow spoke with husky voice. "May I help you?"

"Moira?" Veronica gulped some water.

"Yes, ma'am. I hear your calling from downstairs".

"Sorry about that, it's been a mistake. I didn't call you".

Moira pulled the curtains away and Veronica covered her body by instinct.

"No, ma'am. There's no room for mistakes here" Moira replied getting into the tub shameless. The strawberry blonde was wearing black lingerie and her pink nipples perked up above the lace. The garter belt was getting so soaked that it resembled black vinyl under the warm water. "I see the way you look at me, lil mistress… I can tell because I want you too".

"Moira, I dunno what you think that I…" Veronica tried to speak but Moira closed her mouth with a fingertip.

"Shhh… I am sad and lonely and so are you. Please let me help you clean your sores". Moira undid Veronica self-embrace and started to sponge her skin softly. "I will not take this further if you don't ask me to".

"I've never been with a woman" Veronica got to whisper.

"Not even a kiss?" Moira teased her with a wicked smile and grab her chin.

"Well, I have kissed this one girl before" the brunette confessed while the maid was slowly getting face to face. "She was my best friend and she died because of me". Their lips were almost touching when Veronica frowned. "My mouth is like the fucking Midas of death, Moira. Everyone I taste ends up six feet under. You should know better".

"Too late for me… I'm so thirsty, I couldn't care less" Moira hissed over Veronica's lips. The running water got between their tongues knot. Veronica was kissing back Moira so hopeless that the maid got bitten in the corner of her mouth and moaned.

They kept breathing each other for a while until the redhead decided to go further and kneeled down; pushing Veronica's back to the cold wall and starting to lick a big scratch that crossed the girl's tummy. When Moira's tongue entered Veronica's belly bottom, she caught the ginger head on her hands and made the servant look her in the eye.

"You are beautiful, Moira. Too beautiful to be sad and lonely, you should be a star or something like that".

"This is what I do best, let me do it for you" Moira murmured as she stroked Veronica's clit, trapping it in her fingers. "Ask me to do my best, mistress".

Veronica whined in response, she couldn't utter a word because of the intense pleasure.

Moira smiled and looked above as if she was staring at the ceiling. "I knew you would be watching, so watch me".

Veronica didn't open her eyes despite of that. The water fell down her eyelids, dropping into her panting mouth. Had she looked above, she would have seen who Moira was actually talking to.

The man in the black rubber suit was hanging upside down. His feet were anchored to the ceiling and his hands were still over Veronica's head, far from touching her hair.

"You made me do this" Moira grunted to him. "Two can play this game. Now, go away!".

"What?"

"Nothing, lil' mistress. I said let go and come for me" Moira commanded and her tongue claimed the core of her desire.

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