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spurred him on, and he thrust deeper and deeper. She was tight, which pleased him, and at the moment of climax he pressed harder still, thrusting his orgasm against her.
Tom paused for a moment to catch his breath, and while still inside her whipped the neckerchief from her mouth and used it to wipe himself clean. “You were certainly a virgin there, my love,” he said. “But we must hurry back, so hide the brooch and dress yourself quickly.”
Lady Sudbrooke rose slowly from the table. She was a little shaken but not displeased. Though the initial shock had been more than she could handle, in the end it hadn’t been entirely dissatisfactory. She recovered her undergarments and smoothed down the front of her dress. Her small wig was a little disordered, so she straightened that, and then checked herself in a nearby mirror.
“What I wouldn’t do for a dab of powder,” she said. Then without shame or embarrassment, she held her head high, and headed back to join the others.
A TOUR OF THE HOUSE
To return the hospitality, the entire assembly had pre-arranged to meet at Lord Esher’s the following evening for a more formal dinner. It was a beautiful evening, so they dined with the patio doors open, and the scent of flowering honeysuckle gently infused the air. Disappointed in the loss of her brooch, Lady Ashworth could talk of little else.
“I’m sure I can buy you another, dearest,” said her husband.
“Thank you, my love, but it won’t be the same. That one was special.”
“I have never understood a woman’s fascination with shiny, cold things,” said her husband. “Yet they all treasure them, anyone would think you lost someone dear to you.”
“It’s kind of like your dogs, my love, only my darlings appreciate in value as they get older.”
Lady Sudbrooke stood admiring the paintings that decorated the wall. She seemed rather reluctant to join the others at the table, and delayed for as long as possible before finally taking her seat. Lord Esher thought he saw her wince when she eventually sat down. It was probably nothing.
“You like the paintings, Lady Sudbrooke?”
“Er, yes, I suppose so. You have a very lovely house here, quite charming.”
“After dinner either I or my wife would be happy to show it to you, if you would care to see more.”
“Yes, I would love that.”
Lord Esher noted the lady cast a wry leer across the table to Tom Warren, but as he wondered at her meaning, Tom himself rose to his feet, a glass of wine in his hand. “I hope the lady doesn’t think me precipitous, but I have an announcement to make. Yesterday, I asked Lady Sudbrooke to consent to be my wife, and fortune must have been smiling, for she has accepted. This morning I met with her parents and an agreement in principle has been made. So I ask you all to raise your glasses, and drink to the health of my future bride.”
A sea of chairs scraped the floor as all present rose and held their glasses aloft. “To the future Mrs. Warren,” said Lord Esher, and the others all followed.
“Thank you, thank you,” said Lady Sudbrooke. “The formal announcement will be made shortly but we wanted you all to be the first to know.”
After that announcement the dinner party became very animated, it was clear both Lady Sudbrooke and Tom Warren relished being the center of attention, and though the cause of Lady Sudbrooke’s excitement was transparent, Robert wondered at the announcement, for he had always suspected Tom’s tastes ran an entirely different course. Still, they would both no doubt have their reasons, and after all, it was none of his business what they did.
“That was a fine dessert,” said Chastity. “Please send my compliments to cook, she outdid herself today.”
The servant bowed and then continued to remove the left over syllabub glasses from the tables.
“Gentlemen, cigars I think,” said Lord Ashworth.
“Here here,” said the other men.
Lord Esher rose and stepped
Tom paused for a moment to catch his breath, and while still inside her whipped the neckerchief from her mouth and used it to wipe himself clean. “You were certainly a virgin there, my love,” he said. “But we must hurry back, so hide the brooch and dress yourself quickly.”
Lady Sudbrooke rose slowly from the table. She was a little shaken but not displeased. Though the initial shock had been more than she could handle, in the end it hadn’t been entirely dissatisfactory. She recovered her undergarments and smoothed down the front of her dress. Her small wig was a little disordered, so she straightened that, and then checked herself in a nearby mirror.
“What I wouldn’t do for a dab of powder,” she said. Then without shame or embarrassment, she held her head high, and headed back to join the others.
A TOUR OF THE HOUSE
To return the hospitality, the entire assembly had pre-arranged to meet at Lord Esher’s the following evening for a more formal dinner. It was a beautiful evening, so they dined with the patio doors open, and the scent of flowering honeysuckle gently infused the air. Disappointed in the loss of her brooch, Lady Ashworth could talk of little else.
“I’m sure I can buy you another, dearest,” said her husband.
“Thank you, my love, but it won’t be the same. That one was special.”
“I have never understood a woman’s fascination with shiny, cold things,” said her husband. “Yet they all treasure them, anyone would think you lost someone dear to you.”
“It’s kind of like your dogs, my love, only my darlings appreciate in value as they get older.”
Lady Sudbrooke stood admiring the paintings that decorated the wall. She seemed rather reluctant to join the others at the table, and delayed for as long as possible before finally taking her seat. Lord Esher thought he saw her wince when she eventually sat down. It was probably nothing.
“You like the paintings, Lady Sudbrooke?”
“Er, yes, I suppose so. You have a very lovely house here, quite charming.”
“After dinner either I or my wife would be happy to show it to you, if you would care to see more.”
“Yes, I would love that.”
Lord Esher noted the lady cast a wry leer across the table to Tom Warren, but as he wondered at her meaning, Tom himself rose to his feet, a glass of wine in his hand. “I hope the lady doesn’t think me precipitous, but I have an announcement to make. Yesterday, I asked Lady Sudbrooke to consent to be my wife, and fortune must have been smiling, for she has accepted. This morning I met with her parents and an agreement in principle has been made. So I ask you all to raise your glasses, and drink to the health of my future bride.”
A sea of chairs scraped the floor as all present rose and held their glasses aloft. “To the future Mrs. Warren,” said Lord Esher, and the others all followed.
“Thank you, thank you,” said Lady Sudbrooke. “The formal announcement will be made shortly but we wanted you all to be the first to know.”
After that announcement the dinner party became very animated, it was clear both Lady Sudbrooke and Tom Warren relished being the center of attention, and though the cause of Lady Sudbrooke’s excitement was transparent, Robert wondered at the announcement, for he had always suspected Tom’s tastes ran an entirely different course. Still, they would both no doubt have their reasons, and after all, it was none of his business what they did.
“That was a fine dessert,” said Chastity. “Please send my compliments to cook, she outdid herself today.”
The servant bowed and then continued to remove the left over syllabub glasses from the tables.
“Gentlemen, cigars I think,” said Lord Ashworth.
“Here here,” said the other men.
Lord Esher rose and stepped
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