Dirty Little Maid.

She peeped quietly through the slit

Sweat forming on her brow a bit

Her eyes of terror they watched them both

The thing in the missus' hand, oh it's growth!

She crept her hand under her gown

Into the crevice, there down

Her fingers played the slimy sea

And a little flick on her pea

Was enough to let her wither in lust

At the though of her master suckling her bust.