Cellar Surrender: Dressed as Maid, Ravished by the Delivery brute
Spring morning, 1902. Faubourg Saint-Germain townhouse. Empty. Husband off electioneering. Cook and maids at market. Chambermaid visiting sick mum. Bored. I inspect silverware in the scullery. Tarnished forks. Slip into Louison’s blouse and cap. Mirror upstairs: red hair, full tits straining chemise. Renoir painted them proud. Giggle. Dressed as saucy maid. Dash down. Polish spoons. […]