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sensitive and she was elated when Helena traced eager fingers against the areolae. Not wanting to rush the experience, determined to relax and savour every moment, Rachel carelessly pushed the servant's hand away. 'Lick my cunt,' she snapped. 'You can play with my nipples when I tell you. For now I want you to lick my cunt.'
     
    Obediently, Helena fell between her legs.
     
    Her mouth was warm and moist against the burning heat of Rachel's need and she used her tongue deftly to coax blissful sensations. She lapped at each labium, teasing the responsive flesh, before flicking her tongue against the piercing through Rachel's prepuce.
     
    Rachel revelled in the growing warmth as it began to spread from between her legs. Because she was on her back the weight of the chains was only a negligible concern and she wondered if she should tug on them to add to the moment. Deciding it was Helena's task to satisfy her, she wallowed in the ecstasy of nearing satisfaction and turned her mind back to events in the chapel. 'Did you see those slaves Pearl had brought with her?'
     
    Helena raised her head slightly and nodded. Her smile was dewy with Rachel's wetness but the redhead only had time to catch a brief glimpse of the expression before the servant was lowering her face back between her thighs. She pushed her tongue inside and squirmed it as deep as she could manage.
     
    Rachel gasped. She grabbed fistfuls of the bed linen and struggled to stave off the threatened climax. As much as she wanted to orgasm she was determined not to rush the moment. Trying to make her attempts at conversation sound casual, she growled, 'Did you see their pussy lips? Weren't they just the most outrageous thing ever?'
     
    She didn't bother looking for a reply this time, not really caring what Helena thought. Simply remembering the slaves' engorged labia - recalling the excitement the sight generated and revisiting the dark desire to have her own sex look so grotesquely obvious - was almost enough to push her to the brink of orgasm. It was sufficient to relive the memory without worrying about something as unimportant as Helena's opinion on the subject.
     
    Another burst of pleasure flowered from her sex and Rachel grimaced as the tremors shivered through her.
     
    Helena was gifted at cunnilingus, able to time her attention meticulously between languid strokes and deep, satisfying penetration. She knew when Rachel wanted her piercing teased and when she was happier to have the rest of her pussy lovingly pandered. Rachel considered her own skills in reading the tarocco to be something close to psychic but she didn't think her telepathic abilities were anywhere near as finely attuned as Helena's innate knowledge of how to please. The threat of release rushed over her in quickening waves while every nerve ending tingled with the promise of climax. Not wanting to give into the satisfaction so quickly, knowing her body needed to feel fully aroused before she could unfasten the knot of unfulfilled tension from her stomach, Rachel thrashed on the bed as she tried to keep the orgasm at bay.
     
    'Did you see that brunette?' Rachel asked. Her voice was thick with passion and the words were barely discernible but, because she was only speaking to Helena, she knew that didn't matter. 'Did you see that brunette? Wasn't she just the most beautiful creature you've ever seen?'
     
    Helena raised her face briefly. Her smile was a study in shameless adoration and, if Rachel had bothered to look, she might have noticed the servant was staring at her with genuine reverence. 'She was truly exquisite,' Helena admitted. With obvious meaning, she stared at Rachel and said, 'I've only ever seen one woman more beautiful.'
     
    Not understanding the comment, and not really caring what it was supposed to mean, Rachel snapped her fingers for Helena to return to her chore. She allowed the servant to continue licking at her while loving and loathing the pleasure. When the threat of