I look through my office den, through all of the desks, vainly seeking my secret stash of men's magazines. I'm suspecting that my bi-curious maids stole it, and then I catch one of them with a copy of mag that contains alot of lesbian porn.

Francesca lounged in her employer's seldom used parlour on the east wing of the house while she should be dusting however she had begun to notice that the master of the house never went into certain parts of the house and had devloped a comfortable routine which often included sunning herself for hours today for example she stretched out in the sunlight pouring over the room she reached back and shook her long red-brown hair out it settled like a cloak across her shoulders idlely she picked up the stolen magazine paging through it lazily untill she came across a girl on girl scene slowly her free hand slid under her skirt and she began lightly toying over her panties stroking the lips with her fingertips , lost in her own thoughts of being one of those women , the sweet musk of her arousal filled the sun warmed room wanting more she slid her hand under her panties and began manipulating her clit soft moans escaped her lips as she worked herself over , however she failed to keep note of the volume of her moans , while still very quiet one might hear them if standing outside the door she looked up in alarm as the door slammed open , the magazine laying open across her chest in a girl-girl pictorial her green eyes open wide as she realises she has been caught red handed as if it would help she quickly removes her hand from her panties and wipe it on her apron before freezing in shock and embarassment

"So! This is how we clean house, is it?" I demanded to know as she fumbled to her feet, head bowed demurely, and dropping the mag on the floor.
"Well, pick it up!" i said sternly.
As she bent over to retrieve the fallen magazine, i noticed her panties were slightly out of place.

" So, what were we looking at so intently?" I asked sternly.
She gave no answer, still staring at the floor.
"If you wish to continue your employment, I suggest you answer."
"I, I was looking at this, sir." she stammered, showing me a series of photo's of two women, naked, one with her face buried in the others crotch.
"You like to see a woman being eaten?"
"Y-yes sir"
"And which do you prefer, being the eater or the eatee?"

Francesca's silence infuriated me. "Answer me, damn it!"
"I prefer to be the 'eatee', sir!" she replied.
"Good! Now sit back in my chair like you were !"
A little confused, she did as she was told. Sitting demurely with her knees together. I knelt down in front of her, pried her knees apart, and stepped between. Bending down, I hiked up her skirt and pushed my face into the crotch of her panties.

"Ohhhh! Signore, what are you doing?" Francesca gasped as my nose pressed against the silky fabric of her already moist panties.
Breathing in the scent of her sex, i raised my head and said, "Isn't this what you wanted?" Returning to her panty clad crotch, I pulled aside the skimpy cloth, and probed the folds of her cunt with the tip of my tongue.
"Well, I, Ooooo, that feels very nice." she cooed as she spread her legs wider, allowing me deeper access.
Pulling the lips of her snatch apart, I exposed her burgeoning clit. which i kissed gently before returning to my exploration of her inner lips. My thumb began rubbing the nub as my tongue delved further inside, allowing me to taste more and more of the honey from her delicious cunt.