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show my face while inside Vauxhall Gardens.”
    “You never remove your veil when you are with your clients?” David questioned her in surprise.
    “It might be of interest to you, my lord, to know that you are my first client. I have only recently arrived here in London intent on making a great success of my career as a courtesan, offering unique services while wearing a costume that hides my true identity.” She paused as she heard her companion chuckle softly and then began her explanation again. “You might believe I am nothing more than a chattering magpie when I tell you this, but I am a romantic woman. I feel that our senses become most sensitive to what is happening around us when we are challenged to use our imaginations.”
    Vivian released his hand and slowly loosened the soft, dark material of her gloves away from each of her fingers. She gently pulled the gloves off and dropped them to the ground. Then she leaned forward across his lap. Her warm palm curled lightly around his hard cock. She squeezed it and then released it as if assessing his size. “May I have your handkerchief? I intend to demonstrate how effective my disguise can be, Lord Maxton.”
    Vivian’s husky voice, coupled with her words of promise, seemed to cause his conscious mind to go numb. He managed to turn around and locate his discarded clothing, reach inside his coat pocket, draw out his monogrammed handkerchief and hand it to Vivian. Then David reclined against the soft pillow and prepared to enjoy the erotic sensations that were beginning to course through his body. He felt her release the buttons on the falls of his trousers. She continued to lightly rub his cock through his drawers and he felt it expand in response to the intoxicating motion. Then he felt the cool rush of night air as Vivian pulled the silk cord loose on his drawers and exposed his penis to what he hoped was her appreciative gaze.
    Vivian seemed to relish what she had revealed because she continued to arouse him even further with suggestive comments whispered in his ear. “Use your imagination, my lord. My hand is caressing your cock. I can feel it swell with need. I can look upon you and appreciate all you have to offer. Yet you cannot see me. You know little of my face and the shape of body but still your penis grows hard as my warm palm wraps itself around you. Why is this happening? What is causing you to become so aroused?
    “The answer, Lord Maxton, is in the power of imagination and the erotic lure of the unknown. I feel your cock pulsing with need.” She slipped her other hand under his shirt where it came to rest on his chest. “Your heart is pounding and your skin is on fire.”
    David felt his penis stiffen with every murmured word. When Vivian moved her hand gently across the coarse hairs on his chest and down over his taut belly to join with her other hand on his cock, he was certain he had never felt so aroused. “I can definitely attest to the worthiness of your methods, my dear,” he murmured, somewhat breathlessly as he tilted his head slightly upward to gaze at the shrouded figure kneeling in front of him.
    “Admit to me, my lord, had I come to you dressed as the other ‘ladies’ who frequent these gardens, the experience would never have been so stimulating or exciting as the sensations that are surging through your body at this moment!” With that declaration, Vivian lowered her veiled head and placed her warm, moist mouth over the head of his cock.
    “ Uhh … ahhh !” The suddenness of Vivian’s movement and the sensual feelings that were cascading throughout his body as she savored his hard cock caused David to cry out. However, even in this extreme state of arousal, he managed to register the surprising fact that Vivian was now performing exactly as the woman had in his dreams.
    His exclamation did not give her reason to pause. Vivian forged ahead, alternately licking and sucking his shaft, obviously intent on providing him with