We reclined on our bed when the eunuch Kostas entered. Mali idly pulled a cloak over her bare chest, and I didn’t even do that. Undoubtedly, my body, covered with a gentle tan and draped with bedspreads, should have looked amazing. Although, who will appreciate it? Oh, not a eunuch, that's for sure. Our lady, of course, does not mind having fun with us, but she has too many divine worries she understands. But men, full-fledged men, have not yet been allowed to us. I pouted, watching the eunuch out of the corner of my eye. This single kid was knocked down, fulfilling our whims. Of course, our dissatisfaction can easily serve as a reason for cutting off the head. What a pity that he is forbidden to touch us. And then I would have made him use my tongue and hands to do everything that real men can do with completely different parts of the body. So Mali and I had to please each other. Even now, her cool fingers caressed the sensitive skin of the inner surface of my thighs, very close to the sex lips.

However, strangely, this time Kostas did not even pay attention to my dissatisfied grimace. By the way, neither Mali nor I rang the bell to call it. Today we were serviced by slaves — dressed, fed with breakfast, stripped, dried our bodies after bathing, served sweets and fruits. We have not needed either a walk or a hunt. New conjured outfits could well hang in closets and slaves. Yes, and we were not going to indulge in magic.

My thoughts were interrupted by the nasty thin voice of the eunuch:

“Her Majesty, the Meritari Goddess!”

And right there in the archway she appeared, our lady! Mali and I were immediately blown from the deckchair and thrown on our knees. We prostrated ourselves and waited for the approach of the goddess. I was trembling all over, glad that we didn’t put on our clothes after the pool, but only made jewelry for ourselves. Now the lady will see us sexy, completely open to her caresses! It is strange only that she did not call us to her quarters, but descended to the harem.

I hardly waited when a little leg of the lady appeared in the field of view, shod in a graceful sandal on a very high stiletto. My lips touched my fingers with a perfect pedicure, then a steep climb and, finally, standing up a bit, I kissed the lady's knee. And then I jumped up to press my hot body to the goddess. Meritari was now essentially a warrior, and I liked her look so much - the shining kolchuzhny bodice, incomprehensible as holding onto a high chest, a kolkuzhnaya skirt, sitting so low on the thighs, that the upper hairs of the intimate hairstyle, dazzlingly sparkling leggings and bracers on tanned were visible skin ... Meanwhile, Mali also performed the ritual of greeting and was next to me in the arms of the lady.

- Well, how are you here, my girls? I see, I see, miss.

She pushed us aside, and she herself retreated a step, admiring our bodies. Her gaze swept Mali with undisguised passion, then me.

- What an interesting headset.

The lady touched my earrings and necklace, tightly, as if a slave collar was covering the neck. Her fingers ran over pebbles glued to my right breast and made up like a cup of bodice, though they didn’t hide anything and only emphasize the correct rounded shape. Then she lifted on her palm a heavy pendant attached to the nipple of her left breast with a hard clip. I even gasped softly, feeling a slight, sweet pain, when the lady turned the suspension in her palm, and thereby tormented my sensitive nipple.Through the eyelashes half-closed from the enjoyment, I saw a slight smile flicker on the beautiful face of the lady. And then her hand, passing the pubic diamonds, scattering the hairstyles in a thin path, slipped between my thighs. I gasped and, spreading my knees slightly, raised myself on my tiptoes as high as I could, stooping to meet the lady and dreaming of affection. And I waited.

At first, I felt the lady touching the pendant, identical to the top one, but fixed on the sex sponge, which caused the waves of pleasure to pierce me from the tips of my fingers to the crown. Gasping, I was already moaning without interruption, and then the lady's fingers penetrated my vagina. No longer able to hold back, I began to stop.

The lady, meanwhile, watched me closely and continued to caress me from within. Wriggling on her arm, I shook from incessant orgasms, until finally the frantic fingers left me. At the same time, the pain of loss and admiration surged on me, and, unable to restrain myself, I threw myself on my knees before the goddess and, grasping her hand, began to lick her, almost sobbing with happiness.

- Well, well, it will be, get up. - I heard her voice.

I rose from my knees to shaky legs. We happily exchanged glances with Mali. A slight prick of conscience could not spoil the mood. Especially because I knew for myself how my friend is happy for me. I too, if she were in my place, would be happy for her, for the attention of the ladies to her. But what to do, the trinkets that we invented together, I wore today. Mali's outfit was certainly less spectacular, although no less elegant - one golden dragon wound around his arm, arranging his head studded with stones on her friend's chest, the second around the thigh, and then the waist, hanging her head on her pubis with a dark silky walkway. The little rogue seemed to want to crawl into a sweet cave. I grabbed all this out of the corner of my eye, turning to the lady.

“Oh, madam, let us serve you a little bit, too.”

- Not now. I have to hurry. Besides, - in the beautiful brown eyes of the goddess, a sly smile was easily read, - I was recently with a man ("With a man ...", Mali and I sighed admiringly at the same time), and I didn’t have as much sex as you, my creations required. Yes, yes, with a man - her full sensual lips touched a smile. - By the way, Kostas told me that you just wiped him out by talking about men. How long ago did I create Maleichi and Basstrymandjor? - The lady turned to the eunuch.

- Month, two weeks and three days.

“Yes, my little bitches, you’re only about a month and a half old, and lust just plays between your legs.”

“Madam mocks her poor creatures!” - laughed Mali. She was joined first by the mistress, and then by me.

“Okay, don't worry girls, I prepared a surprise for you.” Now go throw yourself something, we will have a guest. And order the jewelry to pack, I will gladly put on your bling somehow.

Intrigued, we turned and rushed to our chambers, slowly dressing up.

I had to wait a little while the maid with a solvent would remove my jewelry. And when I finally finished dressing, Mali was already impatiently tapping her foot.

We looked at each other critically, and were very pleased with ourselves. My friend chose a miniature topic and a skirt, barely concealing what the idea should be. At least, the topic, although it hid the upper part of the breasts, their lower part beckoned with its elastic roundness. I appreciated the idea of ​​a polrug - after all, in any movement, her high breasts swayed sexually, and besides, a brown semicircle nipple sometimes appeared from under the fabric. With a pleated skirt, Mali was about the same. The belt sat extremely low, reaching the hairs of the pubis, and before the edge extending over the tanned hips the palm was barely placed - Mali should only bend over and her pussy, carefully freed from vegetation, will appear in all its glory.However, Mali may have put on her panties, which does not change things: the panties in our wardrobe are all so sexy that they can kindle the imagination rather than hide something. Graceful sandals on a very tall thin heel completed the portrait of a friend.

I myself chose a translucent white blouse that clings to my torso like a second skin. The blouse was more modest than nowhere - the dark specks of the nipples barely shone through ...