TEN

ADALENE’S CHEEKS had become rosy and her freckles stood out as she watched herself in the mirror now and remembered what she just did that afternoon in the luxurious bed just across the room from where she sat.

It was wonderful to know she could pleasure herself.

And yet, even as she came atop those sheets, she had felt missing something. She remembered how his phallus had looked – a long, hard column of meat that felt alive while she held it. And she tried to imagine cumming with all of that inside her. Her fingers could only fill so much, could only reach so much. What did she know? But somehow, she knew that hard, throbbing member of the Baron could do so much more for her than what her fingers could.

It was almost dark outside when the servants came back to assist her in the bath and to get her ready for dinner. She would have protested except what they did to her had been outside of her experience. She could not do as good on her own, and they would not dare defy the Baron’s orde