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mouth and sucked.
    ‘Lick me,’ he hissed as he ran a finger down his shaft.
    Obediently, the girl sat up. She put her lips to his scrotum, closing her eyes as she scented him, her tongue darting between his testes. Gael watched them bobble as he flexed his hips and rubbed himself against the redhead’s tongue, closing his eyes and stroking at her hair.
    ‘Now open your mouth, my sweet,’ he crooned very softly. Gael wondered if he was softening towards the girl. Did he have a romantic side to him after all?
    Sophie obeyed again, looking at the rearing shaft before her face. She knelt as he flexed it down and pushed it into her eager mouth.
    ‘Now suck it slowly. You know the way I like it.’
    She sucked on him with tenderness and pleasure, closing her eyes and breathing deeply through her nose. She ran her fingers up his belly. Then she held his balls in one palm and massaged the root of his shaft with her thumb.
    He held his palms about her ears, pulling her on to himself, easing in and out of her mouth as he had between her legs. He did it very slowly, in the same way as men had pushed into Gael after they had flushed herwith their spurt, just feeling her sensual heat around their beating member.
    Sophie pulled her mouth away and looked up with pleading eyes. ‘When are you going to make me come?’ Holding his shaft like a lollipop, she ran her tongue-tip lightly along its groove.
    He withdrew from her grasp, stooped and picked up his clothes. ‘Some other time, perhaps.’
    ‘Where are you going, Todd Flanders?’ Sophie grabbed his shaft again and tried to pull him back, but it was too slick for her to grasp.
    ‘I’m going to bed, Mrs Sones. Where else?’
    She sprang to her feet, her hands on her hips, her breasts swinging heavily. ‘But what about me, you pig?’
    ‘You had your chance but you were too slow, my sweet.’ He touched the tip of her nose lovingly with his finger.
    ‘You’re a bastard, Flanders. I hate you. I need to come now – not in the morning.’ Sophie raised her fist to strike him but he caught her by the wrist.
    ‘Now don’t be a naughty girl,’ he hissed. ‘I’ll have you over the kitchen table as usual in the morning. Wear a skirt and make sure you leave your knickers off. I don’t want the bother of taking them down.’ He smirked.
    ‘But I need to come now. I want to be fucked. I need your cock between my legs. You know I only come like that.’
    ‘Then you’d better go home and find your husband, sweetheart. Perhaps he’ll satisfy you better than I do.’
    ‘You know he won’t. Don’t go. Please stay and fuck me now. Please.’
    He dropped her arm and turned away, his penis jutting upright as he walked. Gael nearly sprang out to stop him, but what could she have done? She might have slapped his face but she couldn’t have ordered him to have the girl again even though he was clearly stiff enough to do so.
    Sophie shook her fist. ‘You lousy bastard. I’ll never let you touch me again. Never.’
    He gave a cynical laugh. ‘Then I’ll see what I can do with Miss Goody-goody, for a change. I’m told that the prudish ones are the best, once you get their knickers off.’

3
The Delightful Chamber
    GAEL FUMED AS she watched the gardener disappear through the woods. Damn the man. She would teach him a lesson for his arrogance.
    She turned back towards Sophie who was angrily picking up her clothes. Gael thought that, far from being shocked at what would go on at parties, this girl might be an asset. Certainly she wouldn’t blab scandals around the neighbourhood, as her own actions had been quite scandalous.
    A twig snapped under Gael’s foot again.
    Sophie turned in her direction, her eyes alight. ‘You can stop hiding, Flanders. I know you’re there.’ She dropped her clothes and lay back on the grass, her legs open, her vulva flushed. ‘Come on, you brute.’ She rubbed its lips and worked her clitoris in small circles. ‘I knew you couldn’t resist this