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"I only came to uh.."

"It\'s okay. It won\'t even be long. I was just cooking and my hands..." She said, showing Zafron why she couldn\'t collect the bottle from him. She didn\'t want to contaminate the medicine. Zafron finally obliged and followed her in.

She locked the door behind him and led the way into the house.

As she led the way, Zafron couldn\'t help but marvel at how jiggly her ass-cheeks moved inside her gown.

\'The clothes she has been wearing have done a great job concealing such a huge asset. I mean, has she got any thing else underneath all of that?\' he thought, before his eyes trailed over to the surroundings.

As they walked, Zafron found himself making mental comparisons. The twins\' home, while not as grand as Madam Matilda\'s estate, was considerably more well-appointed than his own modest dwelling.

The furniture was of good quality, the floors were well-maintained, and there were touches of tasteful decor throughout.

They entered the sitting room, which was even more impressive than the entryway. Everything was meticulously clean and organized, from the neatly arranged cushions on the sofa to the spotless surfaces of the side tables.

\'My word,\' Zafron thought, \'these girls certainly know how to keep a house. It\'s immaculate in here.\'

Giselle grabbed a towel by a coat hanger and wiped her hands then she took the medicine from him and disappeared briefly into another room to put it away. When she returned, Zafron couldn\'t help but notice how the cleanliness of the house seemed to extend to the twins themselves. Despite being in the middle of cooking, Giselle looked neat and well-groomed.

As Zafron continued to observe his surroundings, Giselle returned to the sitting room. This time, she carried a small bowl with two spoons. She sat down beside him, closer than he expected, and offered a warm smile.

"I\'ve just made some soup," she said, her voice friendly. "We could share it if you\'d like."

Zafron hesitated, caught off guard by the offer. "Oh, that\'s very kind of you, but I really should be going," he said politely. "I wouldn\'t want Madam Matilda to wonder what kept me long."

Giselle\'s face fell slightly, but she persisted. "Oh, come now. Surely you can stay for just a taste? It won\'t take long."

Before Zafron could refuse again, Giselle had already scooped up a spoonful of the soup and was offering it to him. Feeling it would be rude to decline further, Zafron reluctantly accepted.

"It\'s delicious," he admitted after tasting it.

Encouraged, Giselle went to offer him another spoonful. However, in her enthusiasm, she accidentally bumped the other spoon, causing it to flip and sent a glob of soup onto Zafron\'s clothes.

"Oh no!" Giselle exclaimed, her face flushing with embarrassment. "I\'m so sorry!"

Without waiting for a response, she jumped up and rushed to grab a towel. Returning quickly, she began to dab at the stain on Zafron\'s shirt, her face close to his as she worked to clean up the mess.

"I\'m terribly clumsy sometimes," she said, her voice apologetic but her proximity making Zafron increasingly uncomfortable.

Zafron found himself in an awkward position, torn between politeness and his growing unease with the situation. He gently tried to take the towel from Giselle with a chuckle, saying, "It\'s alright. I can manage this myself."

However, his attempts where fruitless as she gave him deaf ears.

She started with his chest, her eyes locked onto his before moving down to where she was cleaning. After she finished there, she quickly moved to his thigh, where a few stains were visible.

As she bent down, Zafron noticed her breasts swaying left and right inside her gown. He swallowed hard, \'Damn those melons are.... inviting.\'

He felt the urge to grab them, but he held himself back.

Suddenly, he heard her say with coloured cheeks, "uhm, your ...\'" she cleared her throat, " is obstructing me," she said pointing towards Zafron\'s near transparent crouch.

As he looked down, he saw his cock standing firm beneath his cloth. He must have lost himself in thought and woken up the beast.

"Uhmmm, I\'m sorry," he said, attempting to use his hands to try and keep it down, but she interrupted.

"I can help you with that, you know," she said, biting her lips and grabbing his thick cock through his garment.

Before Zafron could utter a word, they heard a knock at the door followed by Vivienne\'s voice calling out, "Giselle, open up! We\'re back from the market!"

"Damn! Bad timing!" Giselle mumbled out of frustration. She quickly stood up, smoothing her gown. "Coming!" she called back, rushing to the door with Zafron following close behind adjusting and cleaning his clothes, eager to make his exit.

As Giselle opened the door, Vivienne started to speak, "Why did you lock the—" She stopped abruptly upon seeing Zafron standing beside her sister.

"Oh, hello," Vivienne said, surprise evident in her voice.

"Good evening," Zafron replied politely, nodding to Vivienne and then to the woman beside her, who he assumed was the twins\' mother.

Giselle quickly explained, "This is Zafron, mum. He brought your medicine from Madam Matilda."

The twins\' mother, a woman who looked younger than Zafron had expected, smiled warmly. "How thoughtful of Matilda. Thank you, young man. Please convey my gratitude to her when you return."

Zafron nodded respectfully. "I certainly will, ma\'am. I should be on my way now."

With a final nod to the family, Zafron stepped out, relief washing over him as he started his walk back to Madam Matilda.

********

Somewhere across town, a beautiful middled aged woman dressed in a green body clinging gown walked briskly through a complex till she arrived at a door. At the top of the door read, Alchemist.

The door to the office creaked open, and Cordelia, stepped inside.

Doctor Bronn, with a serious demeanor, looked up from his desk. "Ah, Madam Cordelia. Good afternoon," he said, rising to greet her.

"Doctor Bronn," Cordelia nodded in response, her tone businesslike. Without preamble, she continued, "I\'m here for the results of the sample I brought the other day."

The doctor moved to a nearby shelf, retrieving a green sheet of paper. "Yes, of course. I have them right here. I must say, I expected you earlier."

"I was detained with other matters," Cordelia replied dismissively, reaching for the paper.

As she scanned the contents, a smile slowly spread across her face.

She looked up at the doctor, her eyes glinting with something akin to triumph. "You\'re certain this is accurate? This is truly the result from the sample I provided?"

Doctor Bronn nodded solemnly. "Indeed it is. I ran the tests myself, twice to be sure."

Cordelia\'s smile widened. She muttered, almost to herself, "Matilda will be most intrigued to hear this."

With that cryptic statement, she folded the paper carefully and tucked it into her handbag. Still smiling, she turned to leave, offering no further explanation to the doctor.