And while rationally Imogen didn’t believe a word of it, she felt something inexplicable stirring deep within her, a yearning; an aching need. She q...irked a challenging brow at them. “Okay, let’s pretend I believe you. Prove it.” Maccus gently took Imogen’s hand and activated the probe of his ring. He grazed the tip of it against the back of her hand, right above the knuckle of her middle digit. The chime echoed around the room and Imogen went ridged before sliding boneless to the floor, her. He wanted to feel it breaking underneath his weight. Such a vulnerable neck and such fragile feminine bones – he wondered how much work it would be to snap. He told her to greet him naked at the door. He would take her tonight but only when she was no longer able to give her consent. They went straight to the bedroom. He kissed her naked body. He caressed her all over whilst not penetrating her. He teased her till she was moaning in his ear. Oh how he loved a wanton lustful slut like her. He. I moved my finger slowly from her neck to herCleavage and then along her blouse crease teasing her.i could see herGetting aroused. She was clutching her sofa cushions.and I was enjoyingEvery bit of it. She hugged me as asked to stop teasing her. We kissedAgain, I made her stand in front and pulled her saree from waist, with onePull her saree was on floor. She was in her petticoat and blouse lookingLike a young village girl. I kissed her on her navel and slowly moved myFinger on along her waist. She looked at the bed she’d made earlier with fresh linen she’d found in one of the cabinets. No. When she slept in that bed, she wanted William beside her. The overstuffed chair looked comfortable enough for the short time she’d have before he got there. She smoothed the deep blue-green velvet of her dress over her knees as she curled up in the armchair to wait for him. He never said anything, but she’d noticed how his eyes lit up the first time she’d worn the color. She tried to wear.