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back to urge her forward.
    As she felt
the singular pleasure of a woman's mouth lapping at the entrance of
her cunt, her tongue delving inside to scoop out the white gobs of
spunk that had already run down the slippery passage, she looked
straight into the mirror. Can you see me, Baron? Can you see my
pleasure? It was a pleasure she'd never dreamt she would enjoy.
That was something else she had discovered about herself. It had
never occurred to her that she would come to enjoy the pleasures of
a woman, of sex with a woman, as much as the pleasures of sex with
a man. But she did. As if to prove it again she felt her body
shiver and her cunt contract. The giant flywheel was starting to
turn again and it would not be long before the Baron saw her come
again, this time on the ministrations of a woman. Would he come
again too?
     
    The speedboat
was tied to the wooden jetty at the bottom of the stone steps that
led from the front of the castle. The lush growth of climbing
plants that overhung the steps were no longer flowering but still
scented the area with a fragrant perfume. Though it was autumn the
morning sun, hanging low over the calm waters of Lake Trasimeno,
where the castle sat on an island, still warmed the air, although a
heavy dew on the foliage was much slower to evaporate than in the
heat of summer when Stephanie had first set foot on the island. The
varnished wood and polished brass of the boat gleamed as it rocked
gently in the very slight swell, the boatman standing ready as the
servants, in smart white linen jackets, loaded the Baron's cases
aboard.
    Stephanie led
the way down the steps, worn by four centuries of use, the Baron
immediately behind her. She wore a functional black Lycra swimsuit
covered by a chiffon wrap, intending to swim once she had seen the
Baron off.
    'Well, I hope
you had a pleasant trip,' she said as they arrived at the boat.
'The plane is waiting.'
    'Yes, I heard
it come in.'
    'And I'm sorry
you missed Devlin.'
    'I hope very
much that you will come and visit my schloss in Bavaria. I would
like to see you there. Both of you, of course.' He looked at her
with those steady, unwavering eyes and Stephanie felt a little
shiver of pleasure. Was he imagining what she had looked like last
night?
    'That would be
delightful.'
    'I too have
some...' He hesitated trying to think of the right word,
'...surprises.'
    'Really?'
    'Oh yes. I
think you would be most interested.'
    He took her
hand and stooped as he brought it to his lips.
    'May I say
something to you, my dear?'
    'Of
course.'
    'I would like
to tell you that you are a most beautiful woman. Most beautiful.
And with exceptional...' He sought for the right word again,
'...talents.'
    'Why thank
you.' She looked up into his eyes and felt a surge of excitement.
'You should know,' she added.
    'Oh yes, and I
am most grateful for what you allowed me to see.'
    'For myself,
Baron, I was sorry that was all you wanted to do.'
    The Baron
smiled, an indulgent smile, like an adult smiling at a child.
    'I'm an old
man, my dear, set in my ways. Perhaps if you come to the
schloss...' The words hung in the air, his eyes looking out over
the water. 'If Devlin wouldn't mind.'
    'I don't
belong to Devlin,' Stephanie said sharply, wondering whether to add
that it was Devlin who belonged to her.
    'In that
case...'
    The Baron
kissed her hand again and looked deeply and steadily into her eyes.
Again Stephanie experienced a frisson of excitement. The Baron had
a presence about him, an aura of power and masculinity that
Stephanie found wholly attractive.
    Bowing
slightly as he relinquished her hand, the Baron climbed into the
boat and the white linen-jacketed servants helped the boatman cast
off the forward and aft lines. Immediately the boat drifted clear
of the big rubber tyres that hung down from the side of the jetty
and the boatman throttled the inboard engine up to a gentle hum and
steered the boat out into the lake. Then he pulled the twin chrome
throttle levers back,