We heard a church bell toll the midnight. My mistress now thanked Mr de La Tour and Mr Gramont, and these two gentlemen departed.
He accompanied them to the next room, all the while thanking them profusely and shaking their hands in an attitude so servile that I took great pity of that gentleman that I knew to be very proud.
They made the final arrangement for the transaction that had taken place and bid one another a good night.
While they were so engaged, my mistress asked me to accompany her into a small boudoir that was in another room and to assist her with her toilette.
All emotion had disappeared from her face, and she was now in full possession of her faculties. She washed herself thoroughly but without any haste and spoke to me in a normal a tone of voice as I had ever heard her use, as if nothing had happened. I assisted as best as I could, but I believe my face betrayed my thoughts, for she said:
'Life is made of difficulties. The secret is to take whatever enjoyment there might be found therein. However displeased I might have been with the events of the evening, was fortunate enough to gain some pleasure by them. In any case, it was all but a fleeting moment and is now forgotten. But I believe that I have much more to fear, if that great ship is lost.'
When my master returned, my lady was lying once more on the bed, sipping champagne and amusing herself with a game of patience. She was wearing a light nightgown for the night was warm, and the scent of the Eau-de-Cologne she was wearing filled the air.
My master wore a mask of pain and dejection on his face:
'In the morning, the money will be in the bank. I will write so that everything will be arranged to my satisfaction,' he said. Then, he added, trying hard to smile: 'The Saint Mary cannot be but a few weeks away now. We're saved, I believed.'
Whether she shared his confidence or not, I could not tell, but she returned his gaze with a pleasant smile.
He then asked her:
'And how are you feeling now, my darling?'
'This wine is warm,' she said, as this was the only thing on her mind.
'I can ask for a new bottle from the canteen.'
'No need,' she said.
He went to sit next to her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his cheek on her head.
'I owe you my life,' he said.
My master was now crying, finally revealing how deeply his pride had been wounded.
My mistress, who I believed had suffered a graver offence and who, to be sure, was not insensitive to what had been demanded of her, began to console him.
I marvelled at how much stronger she appeared than any man I had ever known. I understood then that a woman is capable of enduring more than a man can. A woman seems to have no right to complain or to demonstrate her true emotions: she has to bear it all, and to pretend it's nothing. On the other hand, a man, who is charged with the protection of a woman, finds her pain intolerable to witness, not out of kindness and concern for her, but for the sole reason that her pain will show how ineffectual he had been.
Seeing that my master was very upset, my mistress began caressing his chest. She then moved her hand lower to his thigh.
'Oh, my husband. Don't frown. What has been has been.'
He looked at her tenderly, as she undid his trousers.
'My wife…' he sobbed.
She searched with her hand inside his pants and began caressing him.
'I can feel its size,' she said, while she gently fondled him. 'Oh, how I desire it. Let me see it, now.'
She took it out of the trousers and exclaimed:
'Look at how big it is. My hand looks so tiny next to it!'
She was stroking it, and that organ was slowly growing in her hand.
My master closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
'Margot, if you please,' my mistress said, 'your master is quite distressed.'
I then walked up to the bed, understanding what was required of me.
'Master,' I said, 'I believe you have saved not only your family but me too, tonight. Don't concern yourself with the method by which this was achieved.'
My mistress then addressed me again:
'What do you think of his dick?'
I looked at it. My master's cock was now erect, and its glans was uncovered. Its size never failed to impress me, so I said:
'It's so big that it might frighten me, if I didn't know it's shaped so perfectly to give me the greatest pleasure I can wish for. Please mistress, may I touch it?'
She smiled and took my hand and brought it towards his dick.
I touched it, felt its girth, and its warmth.
How quick are we to forget our troubles!
My master was now kissing my breasts as he started kissing my mistress with great desire.
Her nightgown was loosened, and her breasts appeared once more.
Soon, I was naked too, on my knees, sucking my master, while my mistress was pushing down my head so that I could please my master to his full satisfaction without any reservation.
His dick is so long and thick that I struggled to fit it in at first, but my mistress wouldn't relent. I could feel the glans pushing in, and finding space where I thought there wasn't anything. Tears came to my eyes.
'See how she sucks you?' my mistress asked him. 'Do you like it?'
'I'm enjoying it immensely,' he replied.
'You will have two women pleasing you tonight,' she told him and, having knelt down before him, she joined me in that activity.
We took turns licking and sucking. She licked his glans with great transport, while I sucked his testicles. Now, I would suck the glans, while she licked the shaft. We then held her lips on both sides of the shaft and moved up and down with one mind.
My master was sighing deeply, such was his pleasure:
'These two women will choke on my dick to make me come! Oh, how happy they make me…'
As my breasts are bigger than hers and more aptly shaped to suit her design, my mistress then asked me to tuck my master's penis between my tits and move these parts up and down to stimulate him. As I did so, she reached in with her mouth to lick his tip, also spitting on my breasts to lubricate the movement with her saliva.
To arouse his desire, my mistress was often looking at my master with such tenderness that his melancholy was soon replaced by a great enjoyment.
'Look at this cock, so handsome and large, dear Margot!' she said.
And then: 'I want to drink all its juice.'
This pleased my master greatly, who didn't see, as I did, that his wife was putting on a bigger show for him than she had done for those two gentlemen. In fact, I knew that those gentlemen could produce in her a greater pleasure, as they were directly stimulating those organs that are more easily prone to produce and orgasm in a woman. But such is the duty of a wife, and I declare she behaved like a great lady and very generously.
Finally, my master rose to his feet, and, holding my mistress's head with his hands, began fucking her mouth with great force. He used her face as you might use a lady's pussy, without any regard to the fact that a gentleman is harder for a woman to take down her throat, while that lower passage she has between her legs is naturally shaped to enjoy these activities without as much difficulty.
But my mistress allowed this. I could even see that, when that portentous cock was all the way down into her mouth and throat, and he was holding her face still, my mistress, although squirming, reached out with her tongue to lick his testicles and enhance his pleasure. Only then, he allowed her to move back and breathe some air. And yet, she swallowed the full length of that great appendage once more and with great ease. I couldn't believe this to be possible, and indeed she must have found it very difficult, had she not drooled greatly to lubricate the passage. She was also rubbing her clitoris vigorously, and I could hear her moan loudly all the while.
I moved behind my master, who was now grunting loudly, such was his pleasure, and I licked the back of his balls and the flesh behind them, hoping to please him. He soon reached with a hand to move me further back, and, understanding his meaning, I began licking his ass crack with great strokes, until I finally forced my tongue inside his ass.
Now all his parts designed to feel the pleasures of Venus were attacked expertly, and he bellowed like a great animal:
'My ladies, I now come. It's the greatest load I've ever ejaculated!'
My mistress received him in her mouth. Then, she came to me and kissed me tenderly, pouring all the semen into my mouth. Our tongue met, and the semen moved between our mouths, as we both enjoyed its flavour, and none of us wanted to swallow it and end this activity, which gave us such merriment.
My mistress reached between my thighs and touched me, for she knew I had not yet come. She fondled my breasts with such passion that I found encouraged to caress her body liberally.
I touched her small breasts, and I ran my hands on her soft bottom. She allowed me all, and I rejoiced by this confidence.
I received great pleasure from her expert strokes, and yet I could only moan to indicate my pleasure, as she wouldn't let our lips part and our tongues separate.
My mistress entered inside me with her fingers and touched me so that I now came. As I did so, I cried out, and all the semen poured from my mouth.
Her ladyship massaged my body, spreading that liquid on my breasts, then she licked it all and swallowed it.
'It tastes so nice, dear Margot! Oh, how I like drinking it: this is a flavour I will never tire of!' she said.
Then, she kissed me, and, as I could still taste it in her mouth, I said:
'I believe you are right, my lady. Nature furnished a man's come of such flavour that a woman would want to drink at his fountain every day.'
Finally, she ordered me to leave.
'Make use of that little lavatory, then see if they can find a bed for you to rest on. We will leave in the morning.'
My masters lay on the bed, embracing each other, whispering sweet words.
I declare that that night had made that sacred bond they had been married into even tighter.
I went into the little boudoir and bathed. This gave me time to think, and, considering the great and unusual kindness my lady had used me that night, I came to the conclusion that women possess a great ability to dissimulate and cloak their thoughts from scrutiny. In fact, I now believed that she had acted with me just as she had acted with the two gentlemen first and with my master second. My mistress had probably noticed my distress at the events of the evening and had wanted to console me, finding herself in the unfortunate position of being the centre of those events that had troubled me so, and therefore the cause of my sadness.
We travelled back to our house by the same road we had come the day prior. My masters smiled at each other, such was their relief at the loan they had been granted. They often thanked me for my assistance and gave me little presents, and we were all in good spirits. Any sadness was gone, and only joy remained.
Margot, having concluded her narrative, said:
'Miss, I had promised you I would thank you.'
In fact, she still believed I had interceded for her with my parents. Presently, she moved her hand towards my crotch, but I held it.
'No, Margot. What you have told me tonight is of great importance to me, and I wish to think it over. The intelligence you have brought to me is enough to repay whatever you might owe me. I now wish to be alone.'
She kissed me on the cheek, and I returned that kiss.
We parted as good friends.
I know not what mood Margot was in that night when she left my chambers. I was in turmoil: I now clearly understood what danger my family and I were under, and what my parents had done to keep us safe for the while.
The loan that Mr Gramont and Mr de La Tour had extended to my father would not last us indefinitely, and we all had to pray that the Saint Mary had not sunk and was presently sailing towards the coasts of France.