"We are leaving the city," you say."We are leaving the city," you say. "Yes," he replies. "I have invited a few friends to my estate for an," he pauses, "intimate gathering." He comes and sits beside you and cradles you in his arms. You turn your head to kiss him but he places a finger on your cheek. "No, pretty puss, we must not mar your artful face." He draws your cloak apart and begins to caress your thighs very lightly. You relax and let yourself open to his hand. He begins to trace small circles and designs on your tummy. |