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befriended both the vicar’s son and the town drunk’s son, the squire’s son and the blacksmith’s son. And he’d called her friend too, despite all his other playmates.
    “What are you thinking?” he asked, playing with a lock of hair that had fallen on her shoulder.
    “What a good playmate you were.”
    “I still am,” he said, running his fingers down her ribs.
    She twisted away, laughing. “Still ticklish there.”
    He grinned. “I noticed.”
    “But, sir,” she said, sitting up. “We are in the wrong position for what we had planned.”
    “You could never be in the wrong position with your breasts in front of my mouth.” He lifted his head and tongued one of her nipples.
    She felt suspended in time, waiting to see what he did next. Most of her customers would pinch, but not this one. His gaze matched hers as he sucked gently, then offered the same service to her other nipple. Every move he made relaxed her.
    “You have beautiful breasts. Now come, sit on my face.”
    She smiled, delighted, and complied, twisting and slithering into position, tonguing her way down his flat stomach, pausing at his convex navel for a nibble, then feathering her fingers through the crisp hair at his groin.
    His cock stood at attention, glistening with pre-cum. She touched his scrotum and found his balls already gathered close to his body.
    Brace was not so deliberate with her. She arched when she felt his tongue dart up her cunny, stroking in and out. Then he tugged her hips closer and feasted on her pearl, sucking and laving and nibbling. But she had her own feast, with the rich scent of his personal musk to guide her way. She opened her mouth and slid it down his cock, swallowing to bring him deeper into her throat. Her own writhing against his mouth caused her to move on his cock so that they were in perfect harmony.
    Every so often he paused to let out a moan, to tighten his grip on her hips, to swirl his tongue along the insides of her labia. She teased too, though it was hard to focus with such exquisite sensations wracking her body.
    Her heavy fall of hair loosened from her pins and spread over his muscled thighs like the frosting on a cake. He must spend a lot of time walking the city and country, a popular pastime with young men. She wondered if he rode too. The thought made her giggle and bounce on his face. He slapped her bottom and pulled her harder against him.
    The additional pressure made flames lick up her belly. The muscles of her lower body tightened and she knew she didn’t have much longer. She had to make him come along with her. Swallowing again, she took him deep into her throat just as he sucked her pearl. Her body clenched. She broke, shuddering against him.
    He pulled her to one side and thrust hard into her mouth, then came himself, shooting his cum down her throat. She swallowed the creamy fluid then let his still-hard length fall from her lips, and rested her shuddering body against his thigh.
    If he could always offer her such pleasure, she was his for life.
    *****
    The next night, Brace toted the salt jar-sized Bunsen cell and other pieces of the magnet up the steps to his newly rented room, wrapped in the dark secondhand cloak he’d bought for Celeste. Noxious substances swished inside the cell as he fumbled for the key and opened the door.
    It was a little too early still, but he wanted to make sure the door to the roof was unlocked. When he’d satisfied his curiosity he went downstairs and found a fish-and-chips stall. On the way back to his room it started to rain. He was grateful because the storm would cover any sounds of his rescue.
    Once he locked his door again, he separated his order into three parts. One for now and two for later. He and Celeste would need something to bolster their spirits for the long night ahead.
    The carriage had been ordered for eight-thirty. He’d set the magnet on the roof directly over Celeste’s room, then climb back into this house and arrive at Mrs.