“Oh, please, sir, you can’t do this!” I protested. His hand was beginning to dart between my thighs, the way the Baroness’s had done before she took sick.
“And why not? Are you not as aroused as I am? Have you not felt the passion between us?”
I didn’t know how to reply, what this fine man was trying to say? “Please, sir, I …I don’t …” I could only stammer.
“Shall I be more bold, my dear Justine. You are driving me mad with desire.”
“Oh, and you do the same to me,” I instantly replied.
I soon found myself on the Baron’s lap, embraced in his broad arms, kissed by his warm wet lips, liberally fondled by his eager hands.
“Ahhh, sir, I should not.”
“Oh, yes, you should, but only if this is your desire too—I will not force myself on you.”
“But …” I was still reluctant.
“You make
