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the naughty possibility. “I shall be ready for Bedlam.”
    “Just ready for bed.” He chuckled, rose to his feet and tugged her toward the far end of the cottage. Through a door. “Come lay down and let me dine. I promise to enthrall you.”
    She saw before her an enormous four-poster bed, set with soft white linens and a dozen or so pillows of every size and shape imaginable. What were they for? Her pussy gushed with hopeful answers. Then she turned and shrugged out of the wrapper.
    His gaze defined her body in the transparent silk gown. And when his eyes met hers again, she gathered it up and pulled it over her head. Such a useless scrap, the sheer silk puddled on the floor, and as it did she realized she let fall with it her shyness. Her modesty. Her fear. This was Justin. As she had needed him. Aflame, hers alone.
    She let her hands fall to her sides. “I have never had an affair.”
    “I know,” he breathed as his gaze absorbed the sight of her nude body. “Christ, you are the loveliest creature.” He stepped near, his palms cupping her breasts. “Beautiful nipples.” He thumbed the points, and she bit her lower lip. “I shall take such good care of you, Puss.”
    “Teach me…things? Will you?”
    “Whatever you desire.” His heavy-lidded green-brown eyes seemed afire. “Name your pleasure.”
    She stepped backward to the bed and sank upon the mattress. Sliding, she positioned herself fully on it, then opened her thighs. “Come eat me again. I adored that.”
    He sucked in his breath, put one knee to the bed and one hand to her mound. “At your command, my dear lady.” He kneaded her. “You are so plump here. Soft. How long have you been shaven?”
    “Waxed,” she corrected him and undulated as he climbed up between her thighs.
    “Waxed! By whom?” Justin seemed outraged and envious.
    She preened, delighted at his reaction. “He uses wax and honey. Then a polishing stone.”
    Justin cursed wildly. “He? A man does this?”
    “A Turk.”
    “A—a Turk?” Justin was nigh on to apoplectic.
    “You have stopped caressing me, Justin,” she reminded him, petulant and needy.
    “How long have you had this man serve you?”
    “A few months,” she told him, watching his eyes grow wide and his cheeks flame. “But you like the result.”
    “The hell I do!” he shot back.
    “Admit it,” she beseeched him, “and give me more of you.”
    “Of all the….” But he spread her lips open with one hand and with the other, sent one long finger inside her.
    “ Ohhh , delightful.” She felt a gush of liquid rush over his fingers. “That, mmm, that is wonderful.”
    “How true,” he drove his finger more deeply within. “How did you find this Turk?”
    “Find him? Oh. Um. ” She wiggled to get closer to him. “My sister learned of him before her wedding. He does this for ladies of the ton . He is… oh, yes, I like your strokes —um. Yes .”
    “He is— what ?” Justin bent to lick her seam in encouragement, then paused.
    She mewled at his withdrawal. “Come back to me.”
    “I will, when you tell me who touches you, my Puss.”
    She gave Justin the man’s name. “He is discreet. And gentle.”
    “ Really? How good of him.”
    Her eyes shot open, and she saw by Justin’s frown he certainly did not think it good of the Turk to do this for her.
    “How much do you pay him?”
    “Five pounds.”
    “Five—” Justin curved a hand under her derriere and bent to dart his tongue inside her cunt. “Does he do more than wax you? Hmm?” he asked as he nuzzled her and found a spot inside her to tickle with the tip of his tongue. “Does he?”
    “No. No. Just— oh, my .” She lifted her head to watch Justin spread her lips to lick along the insides of her cunny. Her head fell back to the mattress while sensations rippled through her.
    “He does a very good service.” Justin breathed.
    She gulped. “I thought so myself.”
    Justin lifted her thighs to drape them over his. “Are you