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maximum pleasure while at the same time proving her point about the powers of imagination. Vivian wrapped her hands around his vitals, gently pulled the skin on his cock taut and ran her wet tongue up and down his erection. He hazily registered the notion that the power of fantasy certainly could be described as an elixir for passion just before he felt himself cascading, up and then swiftly down to earth once more, in a very powerful release.
    David lay back against the pillow, taking deep breaths as he willed his frantically beating heart to slow to a normal rhythm. Vivian gently wiped the head of his softening penis with the handkerchief and then handed it back to him. She straightened and backed away from him as if preparing to stand. David swiftly reached out to grasp her hands. “Forgive me, my dear, I am reluctant to surrender all contact with you after such a memorable experience,” he appealed to her somewhat breathlessly as he lightly held her hands in an unconscious repetition of his actions in his dream.
    His companion made no comment. Rather, she held herself quite still and allowed David to run his hands back and forth over her exposed skin. She permitted him to caress her for several moments. Finally, she made a slight tugging movement and David hastily released her. She sat up straight for an instant before standing to shake out her skirts and adjust her veil. These simple tasks completed, she sat on the ground next to David once more. “I trust my unorthodox methods to provide my client’s pleasure meet with your approval, Lord Maxton?” Vivian inquired with a faint hint of sarcasm in her voice.
    “Obviously, my dear, you have firsthand knowledge that your techniques are most effective,” drawled David, now that his breathing had slowed to a more normal pace. He reached down to retie his drawers and adjust the fall of his trousers. “I can certainly attest to the benefits of the use of your costume, and your teasing mannerisms can be described as vixen-like. But I must insist that you tell me who you are. My curiosity has definitely been aroused, so to say.”
    She sat quietly for a few moments. The soft material from Vivian’s veil brushed against him as her bare hand moved forward to grasp his forearm tightly. “A very important element of my costume is the unknown ingredient. Divulging my true identity could possibly ruin the sensual effect of my disguise. Tell me why I should comply with your request, my lord?”
    David was acutely aware of the heat radiating from her palm as she squeezed his arm. He studied the faint outline of her head underneath the veil. He still had only a vague idea of her outward appearance. He admitted to himself that what he thought she looked like was probably a figment of his imagination and actually nothing like the woman’s true form. As David came to this realization, he also acknowledged the feeling of a singular connection with the figure waiting silently at his side for his reply. Where exactly their relationship would lead, David could not say at this early stage. All he knew was that he wanted to know her better. He must make certain that she saw him as someone who truly wanted to know the person underneath the disguise, not just another customer, but someone who felt a special bond with her.
    “Do you believe in fate, Vivian?”
    “Yes, I believe that certain things are destined to occur.”
    “I believe that you and I have a special connection, Vivian. We were destined to meet.” He felt her hand tighten on his arm once more and he reached over to cover it with his own. “Let me explain my reasoning, my dear. Several months ago I had a dream. I will not tell you that up until this point in my life I had never dreamed, but previously they were simple images flitting through my mind as I slept.”
    “This dream was different because it was so real. I could smell every odor and discern every touch. The images were so tangible that when I did awake and