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 Melissa's delicious nakedness.

Nellie usually took the articles of clothing Melissa wore up into her own room to wash them. Here, she was certain, no one like Madam Andre or George or Maurice would interrupt her.

That was another thing that differed so vastly from the au pair job with the bourgeois family in Paris. There she had no privacy at all. If it wasn't the brats in her small room, it was the wife, the husband, the delivery boy, the wife's relatives, or the husband's children from his previous marriage.

In the chateau, Nellie had as much privacy as she could ever hope for. And she loved it.

Now, she was nude, except for a pair of high-heeled bedroom slippers, which Melissa had insisted on buying for her having seen Nellie admiring them in a boutique window. Her long hair fell down to her waist. Her face was not made up, but perfectly natural.

There was a light tapping on her door. She turned her head, wondering who it could be. It was most assuredly not Madam Andre, George or Maurice, and who else was there?

Grabbing a thin robe, one of her few sentimental things from England, the "tweenie" hurried to the door.

"Yes," she asked, in her usual breathless voice, "who is it, please?"

"Melissa," came the reply.

Nellie could have dropped dead.

"Nellie," Melissa asked in a soft voice, "am I disturbing you?"

Nellie didn't know what to do. Finally, gathering herself together, she said, "Mrs. Staunton, I can be down in seconds. I'm indisposed right now."

"I understand, dear," said Melissa, "it's only that I wanted to know if you had that pair of lavender panties I left for you to rinse out? Do you, my dear?"

Nellie found herself blushing. Only minutes earlier, she'd been rubbing them all over her cunt and her armpits, kissing the crotch, almost taking the wispy, gossamer panties entirely into her mouth before she stuck them up inside her cunt. She had masturbated furiously with the lavender panties, rubbing them on her inner thighs, moving them slowly up toward her aching cunt.

"Yes, I do," said Nellie, "but they're not quite ready yet, Mrs. Staunton."

"Darling," said Melissa, "I know you're occupied, so why don't you just hand them to me. I'll rinse them out myself. They'll dry quickly."

Nellie wondered, desperately, what to do.

"They're dripping wet, Mrs. Staunton," said Nellie. "They're in the wash," she added, falling into her natural Cockney accent.

"Well, dear, just go get them and wring them out, will you?"

Melissa sounded just a bit impatient.

"Yes Ma'am," Nellie breathed. "One moment, please, Mrs. Staunton."

In a flash, Nellie ran with the panties into the bathroom. There was no time to turn on the water in the sink, so she dunked the poor lavender panties in the toilet bowl, then rinsed them out with warm water from the bidet.

Tucking them into a towel, she ran back to the door. She opened it. There was Melissa, sitting disconsolately on a small chair facing Nellie's door. She was barefoot and her long hair was down. She wore a short wrapper around her body but Nellie could see she was naked beneath it. Nellie glimpsed Melissa's hairy crotch and her naked breasts.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Staunton."

Melissa looked up. She frowned. "Darling," she said, looking at the old worn robe Nellie was wearing, "where in heaven's name did you get that?"

Instantly, Nellie broke out into hot tears.

"It's my favorite," she blurted out, sobbing, "It's from home." She wouldn't have traded her favorite robe for a handful of diamonds.

Melissa controlled herself. "Oh course, I understand now," she said. "Dry your tears, little one," Mrs. Staunton added. "I understand, and I'm sorry."

Nellie said nothing. She offered Melissa the towel that held the precious lavender panties.

Melissa held out her arms to Nellie and in seconds the young British girl fell into them, old worn robe and all, her long hair hanging down to her waist, her robe parting, fully exposing her lovely breasts, and her pussy hairs all tangled and matted from her masturbation. She pressed her beautiful, young body to Melissa's.

"May I come in, honey?" Melissa asked.

Nellie fell to her knees, embracing Melissa around her naked thighs. She buried her face into Melissa's naked belly, sobbing. Hot tears wet Melissa's pussy hairs as the trembling girl, crying her heart out, began to kiss the older woman. Nellie's fingers groped, caressed and stroked Melissa's naked buttocks, while hugging Melissa's groin against her face.

Nellie finally got the courage to glance up. She didn't know what to say. She climbed to her feet and, as she did, Mrs. Staunton folded her into her arms.

Chapter Eleven