While Katrina was occupied with Ichabod, Baltus retired to his study. He rang the servants bell and, moments later Anne, the new scullery maid entered. "You rang, Sir?"
Baltus looked up and smiled. His daughter knew just what would please her Papa. The girl was young, pretty, and very busty. "You must be the new girl. What's your name, my dear?"
"Anne, Sir."
"How old are you, Anne?"
"Sixteen, Sir."
"Did my daughter explain your duties?"
"Partially, Sir"
Baltus looked surprised, but in a delightful way. "Oh. What did she tell you?"
"That I would be working in the kitchen, mostly, along with other duties, Sir."
"And, did she explain those other duties?"
"Not exactly, Sir. Just that I was to act as your personal servant." Seeing the lustful gaze of the older gentleman, she blushed a bit and averted her eyes.
"Why don't we start by getting me a beer."
"Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir." Anne scurried off, returning a minute or so later with a pint of lager. Baltus pointed to the table beside his chair. Anne bent over to place the beer on the table. Baltus thought briefly about reaching up under her skirt, but decided not to. At least not yet. He didn't want her to spill the beverage.
Baltus pointed to his lap and said, "Come sit here."
Anne, looking a bit surprised at the forwardness of the Lord of the Manor, did so gingerly, sitting side saddle on Baltus' lap. Being short and squat, Baltus' face was inches from Anne's cleavage. Leering down the valley between her breasts, Baltus said, "Let me explain exactly what your duties are, at least outside of the kitchen." Anne sat up, bringing her bust even closer to Baltus' face. She decided to play innocent, even though her friend Katrina had explained in detail what her duties would be. Baltus, reached over and untied the bow atop Anne's blouse. He didn't ask, he just did it. Then he pulled the blouse down, exposing Anne's breasts. He leaned in and captured her right nipple in his mouth while cupping the other in his hand.
"Why, Sir! What are you doing?" Anne said with mock horror, while wiggling her bum against Baltus' growing hard-on. Baltus didn't answer, he just kept sucking on the servant girl's breast. After sating himself, unlatching and guzzling some more beer, Anne got up and began to cover herself.
"Leave them out. They are too pretty to hide."
Kneeling on the floor in front of the old man, Anne said, "I have the feeling, Sir, that I've left you in a state of arrousal. Do I need to remedy that?"
Baltus smiled, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his almost wrist thick member. "And what did you have in mind?" he said as it stood up.
"It looks to me like it needs a little loving," she said as her lips pursed, giving the dusty rose helmet a little kiss.
"It will take a wee bit more than that to cure what ails it."
Anne opened her mouth, taking the head of Baltus' cock inside. She bobbed up and down, swirling her tongue all around the mushroom head, spittle drooling as se did so. It had been a while since Baltus had last unloaded and his balls ached with need.He grabbed Anne's head as she bobbed, shoving more and more of his considerable girth into her face. He wasn't overly long, but his fat cock had the servant girl's jaw aching in short order. Lucky for her, he had a short fuse, grunted loudly and emptied himself into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, but the volume was greater than she could handle and drooled a fair amount of his cum onto her breasts. Sitting on her haunches, she licked up the last of his cum from his deflating prick, then proceded to lick the cum from her breasts.