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of his long, thick penis. He pushed hungrily into her, making her whimper with her need for his hardness. He stopped after a few minutes and let her feel the throbbing from his member as it lay buried within her tight vagina. Her legs were tight about him as she opened herself as wide as she could to his passions. His big body towered over her. He held her arms pinioned over her head.
    “Make me come!” she demanded of him.
    The rhythm increased until his penis, wet with her juices, was flashing back and forth within her. Reaching out, he began to tease at her clitoris, rubbing and then pinching it. She squealed, and then he felt her hidden walls beginning to contract against his thick peg of flesh. The clitoris beneath the ball of his thumb grew swollen, and then her lust exploded, and she screamed with the torrent of pleasure that began to overwhelm her. When some minutes later she came to herself once more, she was pleased to find he was still hard, and still within her.
    “The gods!” she exclaimed. “You are truly very proficient with that weapon of yours, Quinn.”
    “You are pleased with me, mistress?” he asked her softly.
    “You have been a good slave,” she said. “But the night is young yet, and I am still hungry,” Ashley told him. “You will have to work hard to earn your wool garment.”
    “If the mistress is hungry, then the mistress must be satisfied until she is no longer hungry,” Quinn said. Then he began to move on her once again.
    If there was one thing Ashley loved about the Channel, it was the tireless men—and her ability to enjoy several orgasms in a single visit. She had five that evening, and awoke the following morning replete and more relaxed than she had been in several weeks. Automatically she closed off the television screen and set the remote aside. Outside of her windows it was already growing light, but a glance at her bedside clock showed it was just five fifteen in the morning. But then, it was June. The birds were already making morning noise in the trees around the house and the ivy climbing up the side of the building. She stretched, and then, rolling over, Ashley went back to sleep.

    She awoke to the sound of a knock on her bedchamber door.
    “It’s eight o’clock, Miss Ashley,” Byrnes’s voice said through the door. “I’ve set your breakfast out on your terrace.”
    “Thank you,” Ashley called out to let the butler know she was awake. Getting up, she ran into her shower and refreshed herself with a quick warm-to-cold rinse. Then, toweling off, she slid on a pair of pale green silk bikini pants, and wrapped a matching silk robe about herself as she moved from her bedroom out into her sitting room and then onto the stone balcony overlooking the sparkling waters of the bay.
    Seating herself at the little round café table, she gobbled down a bowl of strawberries and cream. The berries had obviously just been picked, as they were still warm with the sun, as last night’s fruit had been. The plate beneath the silver dome contained her usual breakfast: one scrambled egg, three strips of bacon, and half of a whole-wheat English muffin with butter. And iced tea, since Ashley occasionally had the odd habit of preferring Crystal Light iced tea to coffee with breakfast. Mrs. B. kept a large container of it in the fridge for her.
    Her breakfast finished, she picked up the telephone and called Tiffany Pietro d’Angelo before she left for the office. “Hey, Tiff! Ashley. Any word for me on Prince Charming?”
    Tiffany laughed. “Ray was out of town taking a deposition in D.C. yesterday. Joe didn’t want to discuss it with his assistant. He should be back to the city this morning. How about if I call you when we get something from him?”
    “Okay,” Ashley said. She was disappointed. She had hoped for something this morning. “Tiff, are you sure this is okay?”
    “It could be a perfect solution for you, Ashley.”
    “But if this guy is normal, how come he