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her scheme dwindled with each turn of a button.
“Now this is a lovely surprise.” He slurred his words. “Two for the price of one?” He paused, his narrow gaze scrutinizing my form. “You are aware of course that I am a man of great importance.”
“Indeed, sir,” Betsy replied, twirling a lock of her golden hair around her finger.
“You are a woman, eh?” he growled to me as he shirked off his shirt. He laughed to himself before I could answer, as he slipped off his trousers. “Not that it matters.”
My heart did stop at the sight of him naked. He reminded me of one of the strong men at a carnival. His biceps bulged and both forearms were covered in coarse blond hair. He was tall, in addition to his size, and his legs resembled sturdy, massive posts, with a third such post of great substance dangling between his legs.
“There you go, ladies. It’s not disappointed anyone yet.” He grinned and I swallowed the bile in my throat.
The stench wafting from his body was horrid, worse than the sewage on the streets, if indeed that is possible. Between the beer and the tobacco, he reeked most pitifully.
“How about a little drink before we start?” Betsy batted her eyes in preamble as she popped the cork from a bottle of whiskey placed on the side table. She poured some of the amber liquid in a small glass.
I reached for the bottle after she poured, tipping it back to allow a large swallow to collect in my mouth. My eyes watered as I held it a moment and let it burn down my throat.
“Fine show. I like a woman who likes her drink. My wife doesn’t like to drink,” he mumbled absently. “But I say, the burn is what warms the body, gets the heat going, if you mind my meaning.” He grabbed the glass Betsy held out to him and tossing his head back, downed the amber heat in one quick swallow.
He stood with his face turned to the heavens, mouth wide open in a groan as the whiskey hit its mark.
“Now then, which of you is first, eh?”
He reached out, grabbing Betsy’s arm, and tugged her against his naked body. I had to admit for one who appeared so frail she had a strong constitution. I would have soiled the sot with my stomach contents.
“We have something special for you.”
She gave him a demure smile and slid beneath his arm. With a precautionary glance that reminded me of my promise, she hurried to my side and reached on tiptoe, making a grand display of kissing my cheek. I stiffened beside her, aware of her roving hands capturing my breast in her palm and squeezing it as though she enjoyed it.
“Play along,” she whispered.
My mouth grew dry, my skin clammy and never before had I touched a woman other than my mother, and never in such an intimate way.
I closed my eyes, breathing deep and pressed my lips together, fisting my hands at my sides.
“I like this very much.” He spoke in a predatory growl. “When do I get to join?” He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips as if viewing a forbidden fruit. His great cock was already at half-mast.
“Oh mon chère there is more. Do you trust…us?”
I was drawn in as much as the oaf by her performance. She wet her soft, rosebud mouth and offered him a flirtatious smile, purposely letting her robe drop off her shoulder. Her skills were quite impressive for one professing virgin status.
The man’s bushy brow rose in interest as he studied me with icy contemplation.
“And you, do you know this technique as well?” he growled, obviously wary that he was going to get what he’d paid for.
Not quite as quick with the game as my partner, I blurted out the first words that came to my head. “Indeed, she’s taught me everything…most impeccably.”
He grunted a response and thankfully seemed at ease with my answer.
“She did, well then, let’s see what you claim is worth the price I’m paying today. My body, my dear ladies, is yours to enjoy.” He stumbled to the bed, one knee poised on its edge as he hesitated.
“On the bed,
“Now this is a lovely surprise.” He slurred his words. “Two for the price of one?” He paused, his narrow gaze scrutinizing my form. “You are aware of course that I am a man of great importance.”
“Indeed, sir,” Betsy replied, twirling a lock of her golden hair around her finger.
“You are a woman, eh?” he growled to me as he shirked off his shirt. He laughed to himself before I could answer, as he slipped off his trousers. “Not that it matters.”
My heart did stop at the sight of him naked. He reminded me of one of the strong men at a carnival. His biceps bulged and both forearms were covered in coarse blond hair. He was tall, in addition to his size, and his legs resembled sturdy, massive posts, with a third such post of great substance dangling between his legs.
“There you go, ladies. It’s not disappointed anyone yet.” He grinned and I swallowed the bile in my throat.
The stench wafting from his body was horrid, worse than the sewage on the streets, if indeed that is possible. Between the beer and the tobacco, he reeked most pitifully.
“How about a little drink before we start?” Betsy batted her eyes in preamble as she popped the cork from a bottle of whiskey placed on the side table. She poured some of the amber liquid in a small glass.
I reached for the bottle after she poured, tipping it back to allow a large swallow to collect in my mouth. My eyes watered as I held it a moment and let it burn down my throat.
“Fine show. I like a woman who likes her drink. My wife doesn’t like to drink,” he mumbled absently. “But I say, the burn is what warms the body, gets the heat going, if you mind my meaning.” He grabbed the glass Betsy held out to him and tossing his head back, downed the amber heat in one quick swallow.
He stood with his face turned to the heavens, mouth wide open in a groan as the whiskey hit its mark.
“Now then, which of you is first, eh?”
He reached out, grabbing Betsy’s arm, and tugged her against his naked body. I had to admit for one who appeared so frail she had a strong constitution. I would have soiled the sot with my stomach contents.
“We have something special for you.”
She gave him a demure smile and slid beneath his arm. With a precautionary glance that reminded me of my promise, she hurried to my side and reached on tiptoe, making a grand display of kissing my cheek. I stiffened beside her, aware of her roving hands capturing my breast in her palm and squeezing it as though she enjoyed it.
“Play along,” she whispered.
My mouth grew dry, my skin clammy and never before had I touched a woman other than my mother, and never in such an intimate way.
I closed my eyes, breathing deep and pressed my lips together, fisting my hands at my sides.
“I like this very much.” He spoke in a predatory growl. “When do I get to join?” He rubbed his hands together and licked his lips as if viewing a forbidden fruit. His great cock was already at half-mast.
“Oh mon chère there is more. Do you trust…us?”
I was drawn in as much as the oaf by her performance. She wet her soft, rosebud mouth and offered him a flirtatious smile, purposely letting her robe drop off her shoulder. Her skills were quite impressive for one professing virgin status.
The man’s bushy brow rose in interest as he studied me with icy contemplation.
“And you, do you know this technique as well?” he growled, obviously wary that he was going to get what he’d paid for.
Not quite as quick with the game as my partner, I blurted out the first words that came to my head. “Indeed, she’s taught me everything…most impeccably.”
He grunted a response and thankfully seemed at ease with my answer.
“She did, well then, let’s see what you claim is worth the price I’m paying today. My body, my dear ladies, is yours to enjoy.” He stumbled to the bed, one knee poised on its edge as he hesitated.
“On the bed,
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