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squeals.” Then he started taking off the armor and unstrapping those strappy sandals.
Great. Now Lewis had to find some way to endure watching Alice make it with a gorgeous woman
and
one of the biggest cocks he’d ever seen.
He glanced back at Alice, beautiful Alice, just in time to see that Cleopatra now sat on the edge of the pool, Alice’s mouth between her open thighs, his sweet wife putting more effort and joy into pleasuring this stranger than he’d ever managed in pleasuring her.
At first, Lewis felt self-pity. But then he became angry with himself.
Alice was
his
wife. He’d let her down.
But they were here for Lewis to learn, not to be punished.
This was an opportunity. And Lewis decided, for the sake of their marriage and the woman he loved, to take all he could from this experience, and use it to make Alice happy.
Then he watched Marc Antony walk up to Alice, his cock swinging like a third leg, and he fell right back into self-pity.
Alice Meets an English Woman and Is Wooed by Some French Guys Who Speak English…
When Alice was finished with her bath and dried in thick Egyptian cotton towels (of course they were Egyptian), she was so relaxed, so smooth, and smelled so good, she could have died a happy woman right there and then.
Add that to the fact that Lewis made it through the whole thing with a spectacular hard-on and no spewage, and Alice had no cause to be wistful.
Strangely, she was.
When she’d seen Marc Antony stride into the baths in his cape and armor and really cute gladiator sandals (and so in style right now), she’d been hoping to feel the warmth of some really hot, really live, really hard man flesh between her lips…
both
types of lips. Unfortunately, Cleopatra turned out to be a tad jealous. Something about Marc going off to marry some other woman, yada, yada. So while she’d enjoyed Alice thoroughly, and had given her a great bath, a smooth shave, and many orgasms, she wouldn’t allow her husband to enjoy her as well.
Cleopatra held out the silken robe. “Come, Alice.”
“Again? Okay.” Alice slipped her hand between her legs.
“No, I mean come with me. Now that you’ve had your bath, it’s time to get dressed.”
“But I’m having such a fine time naked.” Alice pouted. “The robe is lovely, but I don’t see why I can’t run around the halls nude. Everyone else seems to.”
“I’m not talking about the robe. It’s time for you to dress for dinner.”
“Oh.” Alice was getting a little hungry, although she still wasn’t sure why she couldn’t dine
au naturale
. “Will Lewis be at dinner, too?”
Cleopatra merely smiled. “Come now.”
The female pharaoh seemed to be very set about ushering Alice out of the bath, so being curious about her next adventure, and hoping her dinner would include eating a nice tube steak (it was her favorite), Alice slipped into the robe and followed her down the hall.
Growing curiouser and curiouser about seeing more of the rooms in the Hellfire Club, Alice was a little disappointed when the queen ushered her through the very next door and into a tiny room furnished with nothing but some mirrors and a dressing table.
“Have a lovely time, Alice,” she said and closed the door.
Alice almost didn’t notice the mousey little woman wearing a long green dress standing in the corner. The woman’s hair—an average brown color—was pulled back in a very conservative, somewhat severe twist at her nape. Although Alice was slim and not terribly tall, she was at least four inches taller.
“Hello,” Alice said politely. She thought about adding a curtsy, but wasn’t sure she still remembered how.
“Hello,” the woman said, her eyes carefully downcast.
“Are you a maid?”
“No, I’m a governess. My name is Jane Eyre.”
In that case, Alice certainly should have at least attempted a curtsy. “Glad to meet you, Jane. But I don’t understand why you’re here. I finished my schooling years ago.”
“Not all
Great. Now Lewis had to find some way to endure watching Alice make it with a gorgeous woman
and
one of the biggest cocks he’d ever seen.
He glanced back at Alice, beautiful Alice, just in time to see that Cleopatra now sat on the edge of the pool, Alice’s mouth between her open thighs, his sweet wife putting more effort and joy into pleasuring this stranger than he’d ever managed in pleasuring her.
At first, Lewis felt self-pity. But then he became angry with himself.
Alice was
his
wife. He’d let her down.
But they were here for Lewis to learn, not to be punished.
This was an opportunity. And Lewis decided, for the sake of their marriage and the woman he loved, to take all he could from this experience, and use it to make Alice happy.
Then he watched Marc Antony walk up to Alice, his cock swinging like a third leg, and he fell right back into self-pity.
Alice Meets an English Woman and Is Wooed by Some French Guys Who Speak English…
When Alice was finished with her bath and dried in thick Egyptian cotton towels (of course they were Egyptian), she was so relaxed, so smooth, and smelled so good, she could have died a happy woman right there and then.
Add that to the fact that Lewis made it through the whole thing with a spectacular hard-on and no spewage, and Alice had no cause to be wistful.
Strangely, she was.
When she’d seen Marc Antony stride into the baths in his cape and armor and really cute gladiator sandals (and so in style right now), she’d been hoping to feel the warmth of some really hot, really live, really hard man flesh between her lips…
both
types of lips. Unfortunately, Cleopatra turned out to be a tad jealous. Something about Marc going off to marry some other woman, yada, yada. So while she’d enjoyed Alice thoroughly, and had given her a great bath, a smooth shave, and many orgasms, she wouldn’t allow her husband to enjoy her as well.
Cleopatra held out the silken robe. “Come, Alice.”
“Again? Okay.” Alice slipped her hand between her legs.
“No, I mean come with me. Now that you’ve had your bath, it’s time to get dressed.”
“But I’m having such a fine time naked.” Alice pouted. “The robe is lovely, but I don’t see why I can’t run around the halls nude. Everyone else seems to.”
“I’m not talking about the robe. It’s time for you to dress for dinner.”
“Oh.” Alice was getting a little hungry, although she still wasn’t sure why she couldn’t dine
au naturale
. “Will Lewis be at dinner, too?”
Cleopatra merely smiled. “Come now.”
The female pharaoh seemed to be very set about ushering Alice out of the bath, so being curious about her next adventure, and hoping her dinner would include eating a nice tube steak (it was her favorite), Alice slipped into the robe and followed her down the hall.
Growing curiouser and curiouser about seeing more of the rooms in the Hellfire Club, Alice was a little disappointed when the queen ushered her through the very next door and into a tiny room furnished with nothing but some mirrors and a dressing table.
“Have a lovely time, Alice,” she said and closed the door.
Alice almost didn’t notice the mousey little woman wearing a long green dress standing in the corner. The woman’s hair—an average brown color—was pulled back in a very conservative, somewhat severe twist at her nape. Although Alice was slim and not terribly tall, she was at least four inches taller.
“Hello,” Alice said politely. She thought about adding a curtsy, but wasn’t sure she still remembered how.
“Hello,” the woman said, her eyes carefully downcast.
“Are you a maid?”
“No, I’m a governess. My name is Jane Eyre.”
In that case, Alice certainly should have at least attempted a curtsy. “Glad to meet you, Jane. But I don’t understand why you’re here. I finished my schooling years ago.”
“Not all
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