“So long ago,” the Lady sighed, her pensive eyes moving up Philippa’s straight supple legs, over the abbreviated skit; then looking to her model’s face to search for any sign of affection, and finding nothing there but nervous tension. She gave an inward sigh, for things long lost.
“Come here, my pet.”
“M’Lady, I…I can’t. Please don’t make me. This isn’t right,” Philly began in a whispered rush, holding back, feeling confused and foolish.
“Calm yourself, my pet. Surely by now you realize that one must learn to take pleasures where one can find them. Men of course, have their uses, bless them. But there are certain times when only a woman can make another woman happy,” her mistress explained blandly, then dropped her voice to add knowingly: “as I think you already know.”
“But I’m not …l
