" "A sex scene?" "Of course. This is Lushland after all." "I can see you've ticked the 'Historical' category and subheaded it 'George Eliot'. So do I ...ake it that this is going to be about George Eliot?" "That would be a reasonable assumption." "So I'm guessing you'll be George Eliot being as you're the one with a pussy and breasts. So who shall I be?" "You'll be George Henry Lewes." "So two Georges, won't that be confusing for the reader?" "You can call me Mary Anne or Miss Evans. I'll call. Do you remember them?" she waited for the answer."M, M, Mistress?" Don't grovel Cherie, you know how I detest hearing a Kitten grovelwhen she knows I am displeased," said Mistress Gwendolyn.Cherie stepped over to a low table in the middle of the room, and I sawthe padded corners, finally realizing they were worn from Kneelingkittens.As she placed her knees on the pads I was instructed to take the leftside and do as Mistress Gwendolyn was doing on the right. Straps werepulled tightly behind her. "Take you' time, Mary Kay. We want a show or else it's no good."Ashley seemed to know I was embarrassed and she was enjoying watching me suffer. I decided she could go fuck herself and I got lost in the music.I pulled my dress up the length of my thigh. I heard some guy shout out, "Show us more of them red panties, baby. Show us what the fuck you got."The dress fell from my fingers and I made them wait to see more. The party crowd went wild when I bent over, arched my back and moved my ass real. “You want me to fuck you, right?” His mouth moved further downward until his lips rested in place of his finger, his breath warm against her skin. “Say it.” “Yes.” Marianne hardly recognised her own voice, it was so low and needy but it gave Ryan the confirmation he needed and she felt his finger travel down past the curve of her ass before it moved back and forth across her wet slit. He pressed harder, teasing her clit with his finger before he slid it inside her warm tightness, expertly.