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vacant for quite some time. It was probably an old tenant or hired hand’s home on one of the neighboring estates. But the estates were vast. They could easily be isolated.
    No time to worry about that at the moment. Once the storm passed, he would figure out where they were and walk to get help. For now, they could at least dry off and rest a bit.
    They walked into the small dwelling. It was sparse, of course. A bed with a worn comforter sat in the far corner, and a small table and chairs, a bureau, and a slipper tub completed the picture. A few cupboards lined the walls. Certainly far from the elegance they were used to, but they would make do.
    He helped Alexandra to one of the chairs. “How are you feeling? Do you hurt anywhere?”
    “Kind of a dull ache all over,” she said, “but I think I’ll be fine. It’s not the worst I’ve been through.”
    Evan’s heart lurched. What might she have meant by that?
    “What happened to the coachman?” she continued. “And what of the horses?”
    “Old John was thrown from the carriage. I couldn’t do anything for him.”
    Alexandra’s eyes widened and her lips trembled. She clutched her hands together. “No! How horrible. We must have been extremely lucky then.”
    Evan nodded. “Being in the coach saved our lives. And it’s still a miracle neither of us was hurt more than we are. I’ve a few bruises that I can already feel, but I’m all right. I’m so glad you are all right as well.”
    “Yes. And the horses?”
    “Thor, who got struck, was near-dead. I cut Odin loose, and he went running off.”
    “The poor dears.” She sighed. “I don’t suppose there are any spare garments here. We must get out of these wet clothes before we both catch our deaths.”
    Evan looked around. She was right. He found only a few sets of bed linens folded inside one of the cupboards. “These will have to do.” He handed a set to her.
    “Well, I guess we can be Greek today then.”
    Evan furrowed his brow. “Greek?”
    “We’ll wear togas, silly, like the Greeks.” She smiled wearily, her pretty face pale. She stood, gasping softly.
    “What? Do you hurt?”
    “Just a touch. I’m fine, really.” She lifted her lips in a saucy grin. “You’ll have to unfasten me.”

Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O
    C hristophe widened his brown eyes . “Your cunt, my lady?”
    I smiled the most wicked smile I could summon. “My cunt, sir. Surely you’ve heard the term?”
    “But from a lady of the peerage…”
    I pulled him toward the gold brocade settee, sat upon it, and spread my legs wide to his view.
    “My sweet cunt, Monsieur Bertrand. It’s aching for your lips and tongue. Lick it, and I promise you will be handsomely rewarded.”
    “To taste your sweet nectar is reward enough, my lady.” He bent to the task. “Ah, yes, let me see that lovely quim. So beautiful.”
    Amelia, as he swiped his tongue across my pussy, I tingled all over. His lips were magical, tantalizing me to new heights in sensation. Soon his finger was inside me, stroking my wet channel, as he lapped at my tight bud. He sucked it, licked it, all the while sliding his tongue around my quim.
    Within minutes, I burst into climax, nearly flying to the heavens and back. Still he licked me as I flew again and again, until I begged him to stop.
    “Please, sir, I cannot go on. I must have your cock inside my aching pussy!”
    “Your wish is my command, my lady.” Though still fully dressed, he unfastened his trousers and let them fall to his ankles. With one swift thrust, he plunged his cock inside me.
    The sweet fullness, Amelia. He was quite big, larger than Broderick or Miles, and though my virginity has long been gone, I confess I felt like I was being taken for the first time. So hard were his thrusts, so large his member, that I screamed in joyful agony.
    Thank goodness, Amelia, that Auntie is as deaf as a stone and the servants would never dare barge in. I expect I was making quite a ruckus.