“Fireplace here, you see,” Lisa nodded past a casual semicircle of couches to a maw of rough-hewn stone flanked by wrought-iron implements handled in burnished brass. She licked her full lips. “Guest rooms down that wing—mainly used for storage, of course.” She shivered as Rachel tickled the inside of her knee. “Kitchen.” They stepped through a very well-appointed kitchen to a back foyer. “The house is, you see, essentially four big halls arranged around an open square—enclosed courtyard in the middle.”
“Mm,” smiled the agreeable Rachel, squeezing meaningfully at the flesh of the woman’s meaty inner thigh. Yes, it was a lovely house, but how lovely, too, it was to tease and torment this woman who had done so much to her already! She blinked innocently at her host. “Do tell.”
“W-well…”
