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my manners.
    George
came into the drawing room and shut the door softly behind him. And then,
before I even knew what was happening, he gathered me in his arms and started
to kiss me.
    I responded
immediately by winding my arms up around his neck and melting against his hard,
muscular chest. Oh, it felt so good to be pressed so firmly against him! His
tongue stroked the inside of my mouth, his fingers unbuttoning the back of my
dress. Within moments, he had my dress unfastened and he drew his lips from
mine so that he could pull my dress up over my head.
    And
there I was, standing in the drawing room in my undergarments, which George
wasted no time relieving me of. First he unfastened my petticoats and let them
fall to the floor. He picked me up easily with one hand on either side of my
waist and swung me round. He then unlaced my corset, tossing it carelessly to
the carpet, and then he lifted my chemise up over my head and discarded it as
well.
    He
then paused, gazing at my bosoms as if he were mesmerized. With a moan, he
lunged forward and wrapped his lips around one of my tender pink nubs. I arched
my neck and released a low moan of bliss myself. George alternated suckling my
nub and stroking it with his tongue, and he was quickly driving me to a
frenzied state.
    I
raked his scalp with my fingernails, tugging at the roots of his thick, lush,
dark hair. He reached out to cup my other bosom, pinching and stroking and
fondling one pink nub as he suckled the other.
    My
nether regions were slick with desire and desperate with need. As glorious as
it felt for George to be pampering my bosoms, I longed for more.
    I
did not have to wait long.
    With
one final swirl of the tongue, George drew his lips from my bosom and proceeded
to unlace my drawers. In no time at all, he pushed the undergarment down over
my hips, and with the exception of my boots and my stockings, I was completely
nude.
    He
grunted, falling to his knees, and then he did the very thing I hadn’t even
dared to hope for. He buried his face between my thighs and proceeded to lick
my nether regions.
    “Oh,
God!” I cried out.
    I
reached out to prop my arm against the back of a chair, in the hopes that it
would help keep me from toppling over. George’s tongue swiped up and down my
pulsating pink folds with a relentless sort of determination. His hands reached
around to cup my bottom cheeks as he feasted upon everything I had to offer.
    My
chest heaved with desire as he ran his tongue up and down and up and down
before zeroing in on that magical little nub nestled towards the top. I sucked
in a breath and squeezed my eyes closed tight as he swirled his tongue round
that mysterious little treasure. As he circled faster and faster, my entire
body started trembling and I felt my extremities start to go numb.
    I
cried out again, like a wild animal in heat, as I gave myself over to absolute
pleasure. Oh, but it was spectacular! Thank heavens the servants’ quarters was
at the other end of the house. If anyone were to be within earshot, they would
surely come running, under the assumption that I was in grave danger, so feral
were my cries.
    I
barely had time to gather my wits together as the pleasurable sensations
started to ebb before George carried on with his erotic agenda. He rose to his
feet and gazed at me with a cheeky grin.
    “Oh,
George,” I whispered, reaching out to stroke his neatly trimmed whiskers.
    “You
enjoyed that, did you?” he asked.
    I
couldn’t answer. He leaned forward to kiss me, and I pressed my body firmly
against his. I got a bit of a jolt when I tasted my own natural juices upon his
lips, but after the initial shock, I was able to relax and enjoy the kiss. It
felt so strange to be completely nude and to be pressed up against a man who
was fully clothed! The rough wool of his suit jacket scratched at the tender
flesh of my bosoms, and of my sensitive pink nubs in particular, but it wasn’t
an unpleasant feeling at all. Quite the contrary,