TNS-527 The Family Swappers BOOK ONE by Grace Wilkenson


Chapter 1


Erick pulled he young maid down with him into the tall willowy grass of 
the sand dune. He'd carried her far enough away so that he knew they 
would not be disturbed, and the fact that she had come with him made 
him know that he could do what he wanted with her. Not that he hadn't 
really known that all along. There were few maids who cared to resist 
him for one reason or another, and the reason was usually that he knew 
just how to get to them. He'd been watching this one ever since she 
came to the house. She was his sister-in-law Sylvie's personal maid. 
And because Sylvie gave her little to do, it appealed to him to take up 
a little of the young servant girl's time. She was not more than 19, 
dark haired and freckle-faced. What a little beauty. He'd gotten her 
out of the house in her full maid's regalia, that ridiculous gray and 
white outfit with the ruffled apron in front just like some old 
fashioned French maid. Erick knew that it was his mother, Thelma, who 
insisted that all the family servants dress this way, even though she 
had her own town house in Grandville and only came out to the nearby 
shore from time to time to check up on what was going on.

Erick pushed himself down over the faintly struggling girl's body and 
kissed first the nape of her neck, and then started pulling away the 
top of her uniform. It was easy enough to pull the zipper down and to 
spread the front of it so that he could touch and kiss her pale 
freckled shoulder. She giggled and protested, but his hands sought out 
the small round orbs of her breasts, beneath the prim little brassiere 
that she wore.

Christ, he hadn't been with a girl who wore a brassiere in so long, it 
felt positively wicked! Suddenly, he knelt up and pulled her up to her 
knees in front of him.

"Beautiful!" he cried, "you're exquisite!"

"Mr. Cassidy ... Oh ... please ...!" The maid, Ella, was blushing and 
looking down into the sand before them. She wanted to run away, but yet 
she knew she couldn't. At the same time, she felt flattered that Erick 
Cassidy had been paying all this attention to her. For the past two 
weeks now he had been whispering compliments into her ear whenever he 
saw her about the house, and now today what with everyone gone and the 
others either resting in the blockade of rooms reserved for the 
servants or gone to town themselves for the day, and Mrs. Cassidy up in 
her room, he'd found her and taken her out to walk on the beach.


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