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not perversion,” I whispered as I beckoned Andrew closer.
    Uppington stared and licked his lips. And why not? The horse master is tall and strong and beautiful as Michelangelo’s David. I’d had my own eye on him for months.
    “I agree,” Uppington said, drawing me forward to meet Andrew in the middle of the room. He touched the horse master’s arm, pulled him close and then Quinton kissed him as he had me.
    My stomach flipped as I watched those two devilishly handsome men kiss, their tongues tangling. I couldn’t help it, I brought my own mouth closer to join them. Uppington growled low in his throat and the three of us tasted each other, our tongues dueling for pleasure and power.
    Quinton drew back after what seemed like a blissful eternity. “By God, I’ll have you both. Where?”
    I laughed as I took their hands and led them through the hall and around a series of turns. I stopped at a tall door and motioned them in.
    Christopher’s play room had a big bed and all the accoutrements for intense pleasure, including binds and fathers, oils and creams to prolong any experience.
    “You two are wonderful,” Uppington laughed as he looked around. He sat on the bed and looked at Andrew and me.
    “What is your name?” he asked.
    “Andrew,” our stable master answered and I recognized the desire heavy in his deep voice.
    “And you have been with men before?”
    Andrew nodded.
    “And women?” Uppington pressed.
    Andrew hesitated, shooting me a brief look before he shook his head, indicating the negative.
    Uppington smiled. “You are in for a treat, for your mistress is rumored to be as fine as Aphrodite herself.”
    “You flatter,” I said, watching him as he stood up.
    “Let us undress, shall we?” Uppington suggested.
    We all did so, shedding away clothing with all the swift efficiency of those who are filled with pulsating need. I stared at the two male bodies once they were bare. Uppington had a scar across his chest, but was devilishly well-formed. And Andrew was thick and muscled from his heavy work. They were both wonderfully handsome and my mouth went dry at the thought of sharing them and watching them take pleasure in each other.
    Uppington smiled at me. “Lady Waverly, what do you think about putting your mouth on Andrew? Show him the glory of a lady’s tongue.”
    I moved toward the stable master and dropped to my knees.
    “With pleasure,” I whispered.
    Andrew was half-hard already and his big thick cock was beautiful. He was watching me, wary of displeasing me, I suppose, for fear of his job.
    “Relax,” I ordered, then wrapped my hand around him firmly. He gasped and shut his eyes. I took him between my lips, sucking him deep into my throat, swirling my tongue around him.
    “Oh God,” Andrew moaned, his hands fisting into my hair as he fucked my throat.
    I felt Uppington move in behind me on his hands and knees. He pushed my legs wide, exposing my ass and sex to him. From behind, I felt his breath steam against me and then he began to lick me. Languid, hard stroking of his rough tongue that had me squealing and purring even as I sucked Andrew ever harder.
    “My lady,” the horsemaster cried out. “Please! I’m so close.”
    Uppington grabbed my chignon and dragged me back, pulling me away from Andrew’s hard cock. “That will not do at all. Where will all the fun be if you spend too soon?”
    The horsemaster struggled to catch his breath, his hard cock quivering as a drop of cum oozed from the tip. He was very close, I could see it.
    “Watch us,” Uppington ordered. “And do not touch yourself.”
    Andrew nodded and stepped back a little, staring as Uppington returned his attentions to my wet quim. He held my hips steady as he returned his mouth to my sex. I arched my hips into his tongue, grinding against him as I moaned with increasing pleasure. He was like magic there, flicking my clit just right. After the past few days of pleasures untold, I was already swollen and