Chapter 11

There was no differentiation between the Countess' elegant complicity and the slumped, unfortunate undressing of his typical rented courtesans. She swiveled to the floor with a sluggish contemplation, and veered around to face him, then gazed at his expressions as she stripped her shoes and stockings. Then, finally, her underclothes.

She stood before him as sweet as her statues. Her nipples jammed under his eye, blushing as he took in the curly pink folds of her mounds, as hairless as a beauty. She caressed fingertips over her delightful mound as if it were something skittish. "A hopeless side-effect of the procedures," she mumbled, smiling as if to a surprised child.

"Amazing pose, Milady." Norman suppressed the desire to plummet to his knees. In worship this goddess and take her pink folds into his mouth. Her desire to seduce him was the most seductive thing about her. Her soft voice had the lilt he knew so well - her words smooth with the little smile that already played on