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like a wild woman, squealing and crying. Her huge breasts quivered,
her lips parted, and her fingers worked furiously on her burning
clitoris. The old man came breathlessly into her ass, his strength
depleted.
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Chapter Ten
Nellie's very first job, after she left home, had been that of an au
pair in Paris. She'd gotten this job through an employment agency
that placed British girls wanting to learn the French language with
French families. These girls were expected to work their asses off,
doing everything from taking care of the brats to housecleaning and
shopping. In return, they got paltry wages, a small room and leftovers
from the family table.
Many au pairs were also expected to fuck the stupid, often dull
bourgeois husbands on their one weekday off or climb in bed with the
bored wives on rainy afternoons after the brats had been taken to
school or to grandmothers' house.
Nellie had lasted just long enough on her first job to pay back the
agency in London for the privilege of half-starving to death in a
lonely, unfriendly foreign country.
Although she had tried, she'd been unable to make friends. She did
not get along with the other au pair girls, who were British, Scottish,
Swedish, Norwegian, and German.
She'd found most of them to be pretty stupid and not particularly
attractive. None of them had been interested in her story, and she had
not been interested in theirs. Few spoke English well enough for her
to understand and this had been a further barrier to any kind of decent
on-going relationship with another girl.
Finally, in the International Herald Tribune, the English-language
newspaper of Paris, she had seen an ad for a female house servant
willing to travel. She dialed the number, was recommended for the
job, and in a day or so, she was flown to Nice.
It was there that she met Mrs. Melissa Staunton. The two had
gotten along beautifully right from the very beginning.
Nellie was very impressed with the chateau. After Melissa had first
shown Nellie the chateau, she directed Maurice to drive them into
downtown Nice. In the car, Nellie had begun to cry.
"What's the matter, dear?" Melissa asked. They were sitting in the
rear of the limousine. Maurice was watching for the spot where he
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would drop them off. It was one of the most expensive and exclusive
boutiques on the Promenade des Anglais.
"Nothing & nothing, really."
Melissa had put her hand on the girl's knee. "Is it that you're
homesick, Nellie? Maybe we should go find an English place and
have a drink or something. What do you say?"
Nellie couldn't believe her ears. This woman was so kind, and she
was remarkably good-looking. Her face had no wrinkles, and she had
twinkling eyes and a lovely lithe body.
They had drinks in the English Pub downtown. There, Nellie had
time to catch her breath, hearing for the first time in a long while her
own native language spoken. She saw familiar signs in English,
recognized British beers and whiskey. At last, the Cockney girl began
to relax, understanding that her life was changing dramatically and
obviously for the better.
After an afternoon of shopping among the courteous and pleasant
people of Nice, they returned to the chateau.
That first night in her own room, Nellie cried herself to sleep.
As the days passed, Nellie grew accustomed to her work, which
was very light and not at all demanding. She also grew used to the
strangeness between Madam Andre and the mysterious George, whom
she found fascinating for reasons she couldn't put her finger on.
Nellie grew happier by the day.
When Mrs. Staunton began taking Nellie on other excursions, not
only shopping, but also to cafe-meetings with her friends, the English
girl found herself falling madly in love with Melissa.
There were some afternoons, endless mornings, and especially
evenings when Mrs. Staunton's, "Nellie, I won't be needing you today,
darling," would hurt Nellie deeply. She loved to be near her mistress.
Nellie's main chore was to care for Melissa's apartment, clothing,
and makeup, along with her huge collection of shoes, negligees, robes,
gowns, and  especially  her lingerie.
Everything Melissa wore, including her panties, her brassieres, and
naturally, her silken stockings, had to be washed by hand.
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Nellie did this chore lovingly. Before washing Melissa's panties,
she would rub them all over her face, her naked breasts, and
sometimes even between her open thighs, over her wet cunt.
She would lick and sniff Melissa's high heels, her slippers, and
especially her brassieres, and other intimate articles that touched
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