The Adventures of Maid Marion Part 4 The Adventures of Maid Marion Part 4 Marion awoke lying beside her maid both of them covered by their thick riding cloaks Her skin was sticky from dry sweat and seminal fluids that caked her body from the ravishing they had recieved from the outlaws it was then she realised they were alone their horses tied nearby rousing her maid they gathered their cloaks around them and prepared their horses to leave as they rode from the forest Marion reflected upon the events that her maid and herself had just endured they finally left the forest the keep walls coming into view they rode around to rear stable entrance so as not to attract unwanted attention from her father and his guards. Finally back in her chambers Marion sent servants to fetch hot water and fresh towels for her bath once it was prepared she cast off her soiled cloak and climbed into the steaming pool of water sighing as the tingling sensation of the hot water flowed over her aching body once settled she bid Anna to do the same as her recently deflowered maid disrobed from her sodden garment her small pert breasts stood to attention in the cool air goose pimples covered her fair skin a few dark bruises spotted her body from the previous days rough attentions from the bandits she moaned deeply as the hot water washed over her sensitive groin and nipples finally seated across from her mistress in the tub the young woman relaxed in the pleasurable warmth of the water. As Marion relaxed in the haze of steam she stared dreamily at her young maid lustful thoughts crept into her head ideas of caressing and licking her taut nubile body in her most intimate parts. As if in a trance she moved towards her maid. Anna completely unaware her head lolling against the back of the tub her mind reliving the events of the previous day her first experience with a man had been at the hands of viscious outlaws her hand slipped between her thighs carressing her abused sex finding her clit she gently massaged the little button occasionally slipping a long slender finger into her steamy tunnel. Her first inkling that her mistress had other intentions then bathing was when she felt her lips brush against her bruised nipples. …the next moment changed everything
