I run my hand through her vivid blue hair, petting her like an animal. I scratch behind her ears and am rewarded with the vibration of her purring. I...feel my tip hit the back of her throat and I push slightly, anxious to be entirely sheathed in Felicias tight neck. She moans softly, adding to the pleasurable vibrations of her steady purring. Oh my god! I exclaim, my voice hoarse with lust. I quickly gain confidence and can tell she isnt in her comfort zone. I rack my brain thinking of ways. Not that I didn't enjoy it; geography was my favorite subject, because I could sit and dream about them faraway places, and what kind of person I might be had I been born and raised there instead of in these pine-barren backwoods, where nobody even tried to farm anymore, and the only work to be had was cutting pulpwood for the paper mill. I hadn't even been to Pass Robin more than half a dozen times in my life, at which times Mama would give me a quarter for the picture show. Mama had died of. ”“Love, do not despair,” she told me, “I cannot let you descend into such a low state of mind.” She smiled again and bent over and kissed me — such a kiss that I had not had in over 300 years. It caused my spirit to lift, even as she lifted my body up from the floor.Her eyes twinkled.“Did you ever reflect on your desire to return to Versailles at this moment in time?” I stood silent.“Perhaps your heart was guiding you to where you should seek out your love. Or perhaps I might have come to you. ’ ‘You do?’ ‘Yes — I’ll respond in Latin, of course.’ Sir Henry blinked. ‘If that’s what you want to do, then of course the lady should have the last word.’ As he left, he kissed our hands again. That evening I started to worry when I saw the dress I had to wear. Although it covered me from neck to feet it was very clinging, leaving little of my figure to the imagination. I felt worse when Cecily insisted that I left my corset off. After a first trial of the dress Cecily rejected my shift as.