"Don't remind me. At feasts and balls, people couldn't keep their eyes off me. Now there's no one to be jealous." Catherine chuckles, but also sighs sadly. "A bath together? Young lady, the tub's rather small for two women. We'd be rubbing up against each other." The chuckle becomes a drunkenly mirthful giggle.
"Join your c-crew?" The nun says in surprise, breathing heavily from the aftershock of her orgasm, beads of sweat hypnotically falling down her chest. "A pirate crew? But what would I do? I don't really know how to fight, or sail a ship."
"Why not? If anything, it'll be funny." She nods. "I had Ana keep the water hot, thinking you might want a wash when you got back." She says the name of their elderly maid. "Shall we?"
Peter's manhood quickly becomes hard again in her hand, warm and slick with her own juices. "Mmm, nice - but I could do that myself."
Renee nodded her head and gave her crewmember a responding smirk. The two started making out, kissing first lightly, then passionately, their breasts crushing against one another... finally, Renee sat with her back against the woman's tits, as she sucked her nipple, and Captain spread her own pussy, baiting the man...
The butler begins to lead her out of the mansion. As they reach the front door, though, they come across a young man coming in - the Marquis de Lioncourt, son of the woman who is Catherine's hated rival.
The two women find the bathtub steaming as they reach it, Catherine grinning as she traces her fingers across the water. "Ah, lovely." Sense of propriety perhaps dulled by the alcohol, Mariel's mother begins unlacing her dress. "Help me with the ones on the back, dearest?"
"Hm? Oh, yes." She was very careful with her tone. Deliberately giving an inflection as if that was news to her and she failed to even notice the situation. While such a simple tactic on it's own wouldn't be enough to mean much, Catherine did take it upon herself to hand him six gold doubloons. Even among nobles this was a pretty excessive gesture. Even one proper gold was about an average day's profit for most and that went to living expenses. To casually throw away this much like it's nothing...she definitely made sure the servants and whoever else was visiting the state could notice how dismissive she looked for offering it as if it was nothing to her.The butler begins to lead her out of the mansion. As they reach the front door, though, they come across a young man coming in - the Marquis de Lioncourt, son of the woman who is Catherine's hated rival.
"Madame." He grins. "What a pleasure to see you. I was saddened to hear of your...financial woes."
Catherine's dress slides off, followed quickly by her underclothes, and her shapely body is exposed to Mariel's view, buxom and curvy, despite having had multiple children. She shivers a little in the night's cold, nipples hardening, and she grins at Mariel. "One thing." She giggles, before giving her daughter a shove, sending her falling into the bath water. Mother follows daughter soon after, and as expected, the small tub means that both of them are pressing up against each other.
Maybe it was due to the wine from earlier, but Mariel couldn't help but check out and admire her mother's body. Perhaps that was why the shove caught her by surprise, the pirate captain yelping as she fell into the tub. Though her surprise was quickly replaced by amused giggles.
The young man across from him rolls his eyes as Derrick throws his dice. Derrick's roll is good, though not as good as he was hoping, and his opponent follows it with a decent roll of his own. "I'm sure I do - and I'm sure that after this you won't have any clothes to speak of, fancy or not." The young man taunts back.Minor Success
Derrick's attention is distracted for a moment, as a woman walks confidently up to the table.
"I don't suppose this game has room for an additional player?" She says in a crisp, refined accent, giving Derrick a strange look he can't quite parse the meaning of.
"No, rather pleasant, actually." Catherine smiles as the two of them are pressed up together in the steaming water. She gives a soft little moan, as Mariel's hands move across her more sensitive areas.
Peter grunts as her hand moves faster. "Maybe I was wrong." He chuckles, then moans. Suddenly, Marlene's hand and chest are covered in seed as he cums a second time.
