Jordan wondered how Lynn would feel about being here in this moment. She'd probably be pissed at the inconvenience of it -- couldn't he have picked a ...ifferent weekend? She'd be demanding a shower. And a hard lemonade. She'd probably flirt with him, or at least tell him he'd lost any chance of sleeping with her. Lynn would probably make light of it, right up to the last moment.They were opposites in every way. Lynn, the tall curvacious redheaded party girl; Jordan, the petite brown-haired. He loved depriving me of my senses, knew that i was more submissive and vulnerable in that state. In one speedy motion the blindfold was fastened, blunting my vision. He whisked the crop through the air and slapped my inner thighs briskly, as instruction to open them wider. Instinctually, i obeyed this physical command. He drove two fingers deep inside my aching, smoldering cunt. I moaned behind the gag. "Yes, my hot little cum-slut." He wedged the fingers deeper inside of me, and pulled them. But vaguely. Still, whatever was happening to me must be divine punishment for some past transgression. At least that was what the good Father Rupert would say. Hah. For all the good that knowledge brought me. And so I continued.I was roused out of my reverie by one of the maids. I did not know her name, though I should. I was the "Viscount du Burgondie" and this was my home. But since I just "arrived" a short while ago, I did not. However, I did know what caught my eye and my attention.She was. ’ I reassured him. ‘I don’t want to stop. Show me more.’ I whispered, kissing him again. He groaned when I wiggled my hips again. ‘Rachael…you’re going to have to stop doing that.’ He warned, hitching his breath. ‘I won’t last if you tease me like that.’ ‘Really?’ I giggled. ‘What does it feel like for you?’ I could feel my face blushing, but I couldn’t help it. I was too curious. I didn’t dare ask anyone but him. I wiggled down a bit more, and rocked my hips. ‘Geez…Rach…’ He hissed. Jesse.