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stood transfixed and
fearful to be hiding in his room.
                “Good
evening Master” Enza said in a tone that was submissive and unfamiliar. Amelia
watched as Enza followed this with a perfect curtsey.  
    Without
speaking a word, the man pulled his coat off and let it fall to the floor.   Enza quickly scrambled to pick it
up.   He strode over to the bar and
filled his glass with madeira, the liquid glistening amber-like through the
crystal.   He downed it in a single
gulp and sat upon the bed.
    “Come.”   He gestured to Enza with a single word,
and she sprang to action, hurrying to kneel before him, pulling first one, then
the other boot from his feet.   After
removing each boot, Amelia noticed Enza run her hands gently over his thighs,
as if to massage them.   She was
looking at his face and he at hers.   There seemed to be an unspoken conversation between them. After a few
moments she timidly began to run her hands over a suddenly growing bulge
between his legs.   Amelia watched in
amazement as the bulge grew and lengthened with her caresses.   She stood fascinated and shocked as Enza
concentrated her attention upon this bulge, rubbing and caressing it with her
small hands, coaxing it into existence. It continued to grow beneath her hands
until it lay huge and suppressed within his breeches. Then Enza leaned forward
and seemed to bite the bulge through the thin fabric, an exceedingly lewd act
that caused Amelia to gasp. The man too groaned slightly- such attractive sound !   Amelia couldn’t believe she was even
watching this but she absolutely couldn’t take her eyes off the spectacle.
Worst of all she could feel her own silky wetness growing once again inside her
pantaloons and she clenched her thighs together with a shiver. What a terrible girl this Enza was, taking
advantage of the lord in such a way!   Look at the way she bites upon it, she
will surely hurt him-she thought to herself jealously.   He
was so becoming, with his brooding eyes, and dark curls that fell upon his
face.   She will hurt him for certain.
    Enza
didn’t hurt him though.  
    She
began to unfasten the four buttons that kept Lord Dunmoor's breeches closed,
one by one.   Amelia’s eyes grew
large as the Lords massive penis sprang forth in its full glory. It was a thing
of perfection, long, hard and impossibly thick. It sat upon a base of dark
hair, and was so stately that it must have been born in the very forge of
primordial creation. Both she and Enza sighed in unison as it cast its shadow
in the firelight.  
    Enza’s
hand grasped it the way one might grasp a butter-churn, and she began to shower
it with little kisses, starting at the top and making her way down.   She was methodic, almost worshipful
about it, darting her tongue out here and there to cover the head in little
licks. Amelia shuddered with envy, and she felt a physical desire unlike
anything she had ever experienced in that moment.   Clenching the curtain in her fist, she
bit down on her finger to stem this emotion.   She watched as Enza then placed her
mouth over the head of the Master’s penis and engulfed the shaft completely,
sucking hard.   He moaned and thrust
his hips upward slightly.   How
powerful it must feel to get him to react like that-Amelia thought.   Enza slid her hand back and forth along
its length, suckling the end as she did so, and the master responded in turn,
moaning and grasping her wild black hair in his strong hands.   It was scarcely possible yet his penis
was actually growing larger and Enza struggled to lick her tongue up and down
the shaft!  
    Suddenly
he had Enza standing before him and he was peeling the blue dress from her
body, jerking it violently down off her shoulders, even tearing the fabric to
quickly expose her nakedness.   She
stepped out of it as it gathered around her feet and he placed both hands upon
her hips seemingly to gaze at her voluptuousness. Amelia thought she could see
a ravenous