.. I knocked on his door and opened it to find him sat on his desk chair wearing nothing but a pair of white baggy boxer shorts, playing on FIFA and ...ating a big tube of Pringles. He looked up at me and gulped, "Hi Christy, you're looking... sexy in my shirt." I smirked and purred, "Good. You look tired; it's your day off, you need a nice relaxing treat." He smiled coyly and replied, "What did you have in mind?" I walked over to him and threw the controller and Pringles away. I sat facing. This consisted of a silk shirt and linen breeches, without a waistcoat or shoes. There had been an awful row when I first came up with the idea about whether we would be allowed to go about in bare feet, which were considered shocking in the world beyond Brighton, but Uncle Clarence finally intervened on my behalf. He did, however, insist on full dress for Privy Council meetings, one of which I was to attend after my lessons.The topic of the meeting was electoral reform. The Whigs in Parliament. He spanked my ass, hard, not enough to make me cry out in pain, but just hard enough that it stung and my pussy flooded even more. As I whimpered with need Greg did the one thing I wanted him to do more than anything. He got down on his knees and began eating me out, pussy and ass. Making sure I was well lubed so he would slide right into my pussy. He stood up slowly, kissing his way up my back until he reached my neck and ear. When he reached my ear he nibbled on my ear lobe and started to. "Y-Yes..." Priscilla panted gently, her moans coming more freely now she had her mouth free, the soft feminine noises sounding around the room, bouncing off the walls in a little echo of her bliss."Lie down..." Katherine ordered and Priscilla obeyed, leaning back until she was on her back, legs hanging off the bed on to which Ethan gripped, holding her as he continued to expertly pleasure her length.Katherine reached across and removed the glasses from the now blinking Priscilla, setting them.