He pulled her up to kneel, legs spread, on his tense thighs. He rested his face between her breasts and reached behind to undo her bra. It fell away a...d her breasts were revealed to him. He took his time, teasing the skin, running his tongue lightly over the pink flesh of her nipples, nuzzling them as they hardened. Boldly, he put his mouth over her nipple and drew it into her mouth, suckling like a baby. Her hips rocked forward against him and he lost his breath. “Yes,” he grated against her. Then came her favorite part. He’d point between Sansa’s legs, and it would be her job to clean there, as well. She’d use her long tongue to reach deep within her Lady’s crevices, trying to capture each and every drop of mess. Her Master’s seed would slide down her tongue, down her throat, and she’d swallow it happily, knowing that she was doing her job, and doing it well.But, best of all, her efforts would serve to excite Sansa. Her Lady would moan and pant, her eyes would flutter. The young. ”“Sorry, Pierre is so impulsive, but I’ve gotten used to his cooking my evening meals. Have you thrown him out on his ear?”“No, he’s now got the rest of the staff eating out of his hand and getting them to follow his recipes and food preparation methods for today’s lunch and dinner. They’ll never be the same down there after this!”“Ha! Pierre has a full measure of Gallic charm,” Gertie grinned, “so, you’re not sore about me using this ward -”“Ma’am, I’m well aware that your family founded this. “No. Were you when Essie first brought up her intent?”“No. She didn’t look like a woman yet.”“And she was impossible to resist when she did?”“Pretty much.”“I don’t know, Joe,” Eddie said. “He’s a beautiful boy. He’ll become a beautiful man. And I do love him. But not like that. It’s a mentor relationship, in which a teacher takes great pride in his best and favorite pupil. But it’s also paternal. Like you were with Essie until things changed.”“Did that bother you that I succumbed to Esther’s.