“Yes you please me Jean, very much. You look beautiful standing there. I knew you had great legs, I could see them in the park, but the rest of you is just fabulous; you are beautiful.” His appraising look took in her whole body as she stood there before him, almost naked, one foot slightly in front of the other, knee bent across, her hands hanging limply by her sides, her shoulder length brown hair, shining in the sunlight streaming through the window, slightly mussed, partially screening the left side of her face, all in all, a wonderful stance, a picture of womanhood. He felt fortunate, grateful even, that she had consented to this liaison; had become a willing partner. He was well aware that this was possibly a first for her, probably, she had never strayed from her safe marriage, very likely had harboured deep seated thoughts of just such an occasion.Frank stood to remove his clothes, but Jean came to him, took his hands and placed them at his sides. Looking up into his eyes with. I started out of the room when I was confronted by two of the girls that worked there."The soldiers killed her didn't they Sir?" the younger of the two asked."Shh, it doesn't matter child," the older admonished her. "She's free of this place now, that's what matters."Then the older one looked at me again. "I know you! You're the one what killed Mr. Jacob in that duel!"I could not let them tell anyone they had seen me here, yet I didn't want to kill them... "You will do exactly as I bid you," I locked their eyes with mine... assuming control over their minds... "Take us to your room," I ordered the older of the two.She lead us to a small room that held a battered dresser, a large rumpled bed with soiled linen, a chair and a tarnished mirror.The women wore nothing more than the flimsiest of wrappers, so undressing took no time."I want to watch you pleasure each other." I said evenly, as I took a seat.The women smiled at one another, they had been down this road before.As they undressed.
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