"But at the moment, I can't see myself paying out twenty five guineas to become a patron." Well, let's see," Alice said, liking the man's honest appro...ch. "Have you seen the newly completed dungeons?" she asked him."I haven't, but then I am not one to see the children exposed to such as that. I am just a simple country lad Miss Marchant," he admitted. "Well Mr Cosgrove, have you visited our stables?" she asked."I didn't know that you kept horses?" he told her. "We don't," Alice smiled. Alice. I lower the covers behind me, careful not to disturb the sleeping figure. As my eyes adjust to the darkness, my breath catches. It’s a girl. She looks about my age, her long, fiery red hair pooling on the pillow. My mind races with thoughts, the most prominent of which being How in the nine circles of Hell did she get here? I can’t get my parents, opening the door would probably wake her up. I can’t do much of anything without the risk of waking her. As I’m pondering what to do, I hear her. I could feel my heart racing and my breath getting faster also, I had never been played like this before, and it felt amazing. As I was moaning, he took his hand off my right tit and replaced it with his warm mouth. My breast then became wet and I could feel my nips hardening more. With his free hand he rubbed my left breast and sucked my right. He then moved his hand to my cunt."My dear, you are getting wet down here," his voice purred with delight. I looked into his dark silver eyes, they. My hips left to writhe and twist, lifting ever upward in a never-ending, futile search… for you. I dreamt of the moist delta between my twitching thighs, hot and wet, being plundered and filled with your seed. I awoke, panting. Hips thrusting and cunt clenching. Desperate. Empty and crying out for the hard thrust of your body into mine. Frantic, with need for what only you can give. I dreamt of you... again. Of our filthy, little secret. Do I dare to share? Do you even want to hear? .