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light in his dark eyes. Enza turned to glance in Amelia’s direction,
and they made eye contact just as he bit down hungrily on one of her perfect
breasts, nibbling the smooth flesh and twisting the other nipple with his hand.
She gasped, smiled perversely and moaned, keeping eye contact with Amelia the
entire time. She obviously was enjoying the girl’s helplessness, with the
knowledge that Amelia must also be terribly aroused.   Amelia hated her but couldn’t take her
eyes off her. She wished those were her breasts that were being sucked and kneaded, wished the master was then grasping her buttocks as he did Enza’s, his
calloused fingers parting the cheeks and squeezing hard.   She ached in her deepest places and felt
her own wetness running down her leg. This was sheer torment.
    The
master pulled Enza onto the bed the way one might arrange a doll, and she
submitted willfully, and with a practiced compliance.   She obviously knew the Master’s
preferences, posing provocatively on all fours.   Enza now faced the curtains directly and
she stared defiantly and wickedly into Amelia’s eyes. She tilted her perfectly
rounded backside into the air invitingly and Lord Dunmoor wasted no time
positioning himself behind her.   He
slapped the cheeks repeatedly with his strong hands, rubbing and squeezing each
one. Enza flung her hair primitively from side to side as he did so.   He then grasped the dark hair of her
head in his hand and began sliding his member slowly and thickly into his
favorite servant causing Enza to gasp.   Oh my goodness. How?   How is this happening ? Amelia
thought to herself.   She found
herself experiencing the act in her own mind, instinctively sliding her hand
into her pantaloons to feel the wetness that had gathered there, each touch of
her fingers bringing jolts of pleasure through her aching sex.    The Master had begun thrusting
into Enza’s body, his face a mask of determination, each movement evincing
wordless cries of pleasure from the girl. Sweat glistened upon her forehead,
and her tanned breasts bounced back and forth with his ministrations. Enza
herself was actually thrusting back into the master, countering his movements
aggressively with her hips.   Amelia
was angry at this display; so angry and jealous. Though despite this anger, or
perhaps even because of it, she too rubbed her fingers in rhythm behind
the curtain, panting with desire and craving anything to sooth the throbbing
between her legs.
    It
was then that he began to groan, his handsome face contorting, his thrusts
quickening and becoming more forceful.   Enza cried out in a melodramatic, depraved fashion, gyrating her hips
wildly and grasping the bed-sheets in her fists. She smirked as she did this,
her face a sharp contrast to the look of agonizing pleasure on the master.   He seemed to shudder and release deep
within his core, and as he did so Enza gazed directly at Amelia.   This was too much.   Against her better judgment, Amelia felt
herself begin to come powerfully and angrily. Her wet sex throbbed against her
playing fingers. She couldn’t stop it. She gasped silently again and again,
giving in completely to the contractions of pleasure that wracked her slender
frame and she clung to the curtain desperately in order to keep her knees from
buckling.

 
 
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    After
the master had finished taking his pleasure with Enza, he had quickly fallen
asleep with her naked body draped over him.   Amelia waited terrified behind the
curtain, fearful that the master would awaken and come into the antechamber to
retrieve something. Fortuitously, this never happened. After he had slept for
some time Enza had gathered her things and retrieved Amelia from behind the
curtains, virtually dragging her from the room.  
    Wordless and barefooted they had crept through the
darkness of the house, Enza leading her by the hand.