’ ‘But she must have known I’d longed to hear of you. She unlaced his pants and slid them down his hips, examining him as he stood before her naked. Traversing what remained of Wych Street at a rapid pace, and speeding along Drury Lane, the trio soon found themselves in Kendrick Yard. ‘You give me an excellent excuse to have in the Madeira,’ said his hostess, reaching for a silver hand bell and setting it pealing. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. I shall now be able to test my skill. . At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet.
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