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Now that Rachel had been accepted into the Bureau it would probably be many weeks until She received Her first assignment. In the meantime there was an extended period of training and instruction. Some of which would be at the hands of Rowena– who specialised in “Persuasion Techniques” both of the soft and hard variety – but there were as many instructors as skills that it was required any agent should know.
It was made very obvious to Her though that as seventh daughter of a seventh daughter She had the potential to be a notable wielder of magic. It was a sad fact that many even in the Bureau made the mistake of thinking magically inclined females were “witches”. This is and never has been the case; anyone can be a witch, that is a wielder of magic whose powers are demonic in origin, gender does not matter just a willingness to offer a pact to a demon. To date Claire’s experience – such as it was – of demons was limited to the u*********s encounters which She had had with the incubus and though She didn’t yet know it, these had marked Her… Her talents though were set to be more than a few demonic cantrips She might have had to trade Herself for. Most of Her early studies thus dealt with readying Herself and more especially Her mind for the manipulation of mystical energies. Truthfully, though She could obviously see the benefit and necessity in doing so, She found the process tedious and unstimulating. As such; after an interminable morning of mystical studies She would often hope that Her lessons for the afternoon were in “seduction techniques” which She took with a Mr. Redmayne or “Resistance and Resilience” for which Rowena was tutor…
In the weeks that followed Rachel’s confidence grew, though She was slight of build – if not quite so much as Rowena – She took to baritsu (The martial art which many agents preferred) swiftly and with some style, and though She had never even held a gun before Her marksmanship proved just as impressive. Even though She readily recognised the need for these skills and none of the tutors of them could fault either Her or Her willingness to learn or enhance Her abilities, most lessons bored Her. She did not see Redmayne or Rowena nearly so often as She would have liked, but when She did (It was a rule of the Bureau that no prospective agent ever be allowed to become complacent by having a fixed educational timetable. They were merely required to be present for “training” without knowing exactly what it might be, this it was hoped would promote open mindedness and adaptability within them.) both tutor and pupil enjoyed the time spent immeasurably.
Rowena took an especial delight in Her role as resilience instructor, She had done so many times before, with many prospectives. Perhaps saying that She found pride in breaking them and for being the stated reason for potentials dropping out of the program on no less than six previous occasions might be going too far. It was certainly not though something which She allowed to bother Her unduly, indeed it was Her firm belief that however badly She abused Her subject, it was beneficial even necessary that She also provide them some small measure of enjoyment as well. Most of Her lessons started with Her stealthily creeping up behind the student and with swift direct pressure point manipulation easing them into u*********sness. At which point She could more easily prepare the student for the session in any way that She saw fit. To Her intense delight however, it proved harder to prepare Claire in this manner than it had any of the other previous students, since She was far from easy to surprise. This meant an in intense wrestling match finally ending in a sleeper hold was often necessary just to start the lesson.
Sometimes it was Rowena’s wont to have Rachel suspended just so that She could better appreciate the muscles of the girl in torsion and be amused by Her enthusiastic struggling. Most times though when Rachel came to She was secured face down with Her pretty little arse in the air and Her own underwear jammed in Her mouth as a gag. Rowena had it seemed an impressive collection of phallic “educational aids” which could be inserted again and again into one or other of the girls two remaining available orifices. Such insertions were only rarely gentle and they were most often interspersed by beatings administered by canes of various gauge or by the willing hand of the tutor. On occasion though Rachel would receive much gentler and more welcome caresses from Rowena’s skilled fingers or tongue and it was this that She longed for. The lengths of the resilience classes were entirely at the whim of its teacher but they usually lasted at least two hours, with each one the time it took to wring tears from the girl increased though. The class proper could last as little as twenty minutes however, afterward no mater how long it had been though there was always a “reflection session” at least as long as the class had been, during which pupil and tutor would reward the other with achievement after achievement though no words were ever necessary or permitted.
So by degrees Rachel’s’ experiences of every type increased and in the process She was becoming stronger and tougher than She would ever have considered possible whilst She had hidden behind the skirts of Her mother and aunts as a c***d. Little by little the staff and senior agents became convinced She was ready for field work, until the day it was finally decided She would face Her final assessments. Of course She was not told that this was the case, as far as She was aware this was just another day in Her training and She had no idea how close She was to being a full-fledged agent. Rowena had talked privately with Redmayne and both had used all the influence they had to insure that the assessment officers Rachel would face would be those that thought the most of Her. As such on the fated day Rachel would be delighted to discover Her first lesson of the day would be in “seduction techniques” with Redmayne.
Already knowing exactly where the room at which She must present Herself was, She found it a challenge not to skip down the numerous twisting corridors She must traverse to get to the gymnasium. (This had always amused Her; the word was Greek from “Gymnos” or naked since all ancient Greek exercise was done unclothed. It was certainly a truth that both She and Her tutor would be very much continuing the traditions of those self-same Greeks for the next couple of hours at least…) Hesitating at the door She waited for a moment whilst Her breathing slowed to its resting rate, before knocking once, pausing for a heartbeat then turning the door handle with a determined twist. Redmayne was – as She had fully expected him to be – reclining naked on the leather chaise-longue which was the only furnishing in the room. His hard angular body, was a map of scars and wounds, all of these healed but some obviously much more recently than others. His face though was warm and his smile reflected in his grey green eyes on seeing Her was genuine.
On seeing him Claire found it very hard not to simply start shedding Her clothes in abandonment, but had learnt She must wait to be instructed to do so. His voice, when he spoke was rich with the merest hint of a slight yokel Sussex accent which gave him the air of someone a good deal less intelligent than She knew him to be;
“I’m glad You are as punctual as ever Rachel, I’m sure You know the drill by now. Remove Your clothes and then You may start in Your own time.”
She knew now that it was Her task to do whatever She might to bring forth his achievement. The first time She had been presented with this as a task She had been surprised since it seemed so very easy; in Her – admittedly short – experience men could seldom resist Her now no longer modest seduction skills, Redmayne though She had soon discovered was the exception. In all the times She had now been with him She had never yet managed to bring his achievement before Her own, indeed often despite Her best efforts She would achieve twice before he did. On the third occasion he had so impressed Her thus, She had timorously asked how he could control himself so well and he had explained that he had studied various meditation and physical techniques with Yogis and Vedic priestesses in the Raj one summer some years ago. Today though She was determined that he would reach his peak before She did. Redmayne though was an energetic and vigorous lover, as soon as She had finally removed Her chemise and bloomers, he stretched lazily and circled his head to loosen his neck, saying;
“Begin.”
Though She would never have considered telling anyone - least of all Rowena – Rachel was almost frightened by just how right it felt to kneel before him. She knew it would take some while for him to even rise once She’d taken him reverently in Her mouth, Rachel was very fond of his organ, it was by no means the largest She had known not by some margin. It was though the most rigid and the one which was wielded with the most skill, even art that She had ever known. It felt warm and comfortable in Her mouth, tasting clean and fresh She had come to genuinely yearn for it. By the time he was fully hard – though not nearly yet close to spilling in Her – Her cheeks and tongue ached not a little but nevertheless She knew a fierce pride in having raised his flag. For his part Redmayne had struggled mightily to resist Her, he had only ever met one other girl whom he found it so difficult to resist; the spirited minx that was rowena. Truthfully it was the thought of Her which was the ultimate cause of his rising and though his control was almost legendary in certain circles. He could not prevent a slight smile creeping to his often sad face at the thought of Her, whilst the delightful Rachel was busy at his loins. He was though glad that the girl’s attention was focused on his tool, preferring as he did, not to be seen to be exhibiting the slightest emotion.
For the next forty minutes Rachel resisted the urgent need She felt to mount him, She wanted dearly that this time he would reach his peak before She did and knew only too well how soon She would achieve if She did so. So; though Her cheeks and tongue were cramping She continued to fellate and manipulate him almost roughly with Her delicate hands. Still though he would not spill, She continued on, Her knees and face aching until finally She felt the subtlest of trembles in the rod of flesh that She so adored, he was wavering… With a dancer’s grace She left the task which had so occupied Her to finally tease Her already well lubricated self open and waited for his nod of approval before lowering Herself on to him to greedily envelope him in Her tight little pocket. So She rode him, rode and rode him, Her eyes locked on his tired grey green ones all the while. No words were exchanged, none were necessary and with each upward bounce She neared Her zenith, sweat began to bead upon his brow and She too felt warm and exhausted. It was going to be close…
His breath was quickening and She was reddening noticeably, sweat now dripping from Her pert little rosy nipples onto the broadness of his chest, he flushed and finally closed his eyes, biting his lip hard enough to taste a metallic saltiness.
“God but She’s good, almost as good as Rowena...” he thought to himself.
He knew that such thoughts were a mistake; bringing his minx to mind had made his achievement now an inevitability. On and on She rode, almost in a delirium, lost in Her lust and utterly a slave to the few inches of him that filled Her, both their bodies began to spasm jerkily, neither one willing to lose themselves before the other had; so together they climbed to the heights of ecstasy up into the oxygen deficient peak where the air was thin and the majesty of the view absolute. Close and closer, warm and warmer, moist and moister till with a spastic mutual truth they achieved together and both fainted away from the utter reality of that singular moment.
When Rachel finally awoke – unsure for just how long She had been out – somewhat to Her dismay She quickly realised that She was bound across the low back of the chaise so that the ripeness of Her perfect little bottom was presented perfectly for punishment.
“I see You’re awake sister mine, I’m glad, though I fear You may not be so.”
With Her head low to the floor behind the back of chaise Claire could not see Rowena or really little of anything else, but already knew that the next hour at least would be pain, a perfect counterpoint to the hour of pleasure with Him. She sniffed slightly and was pleased to detect just a whiff of smoke from the foul little cheroots he smoked. He was still here watching!! And this knowledge pleased Her greatly, if anyone should witness Her chastisement it should be him. So engrossed was She by these thoughts that when the first of the weltering storm of blows She would receive fell, She did not even so much as gasp. The classes in “Resistance and resilience” were simply concerned with not crying out, the longer She managed to stay silent the longer would be the reflection session afterward. If Redmayne had stayed, She hoped that he might be involved with it and thus She wanted as much time with him and Rowena as She could get.
Rowena had brought the carpet bag which She reserved for those rare individuals She considered most deserving of the most painful, indeed agonising correction or chastisement. They though, were also the people for whom She felt the most affection and affinity, only Redmayne had ever been subjected to the contents more than once and it was for this reason as much as any other that She trusted him above any other man alive. She could wield a whip, a tawse, a cane even a rod with probably as much skill as anyone in the empire and She found pleasure in doing so with anyone. Now though with the company She was in and with access to the tools in this particular bag She knew the rest of the afternoon would stay in Her memory long after the majority of such recollections had dissipated.
Resting over the low back of the chaise as She was Claire’s delectable little bottom was at the perfect height for whatever abusement or amusement Rowena cared to subject it to. Her legs were secured at the ankles to its feet as too were Her wrists, which meant Her head was lowered and Her vision obscured by the fall of a curtain of Her hair. Rachel knew that Rowena was not yet nearly done with Her, but even had there been the possibility, Redmayne’s presence was a reassurance that She would not be subject to any lasting damage. All She had to do was endure, that after all was the point of this class. Though Rowena would apply Herself and Her not inconsiderable skill to Rachel’s punishment, it turned out that it took longer than anyone thought it would for the victim to cry out. The smile which the redhead’s frustration at this produced would have pleased Rachel greatly had She been in a position to see it.
It took the rapid cuts of a little barbed dog whip to Her arse whilst Her cunt was stuffed full with Rowena’s arm almost to the elbow to elicit the cry that would acknowledge Rachel’s defeat. Normally with just that cry the lesson would be ended and after a short pause for refreshments the longed for reflection would begin. Today though would be different; Rowena withdrew Her arm with a sweaty little “pop” and nodded to Her man. Redmayne who had been watching throughout and was painfully hard as a result, swaggered over to keel before the girl. Lifting the curtain of Her hair he presented his cock to Her mouth which was swallowed with delight. His hands were insistent though gentle on either side of Her head managing and restraining Her as Rowena belaboured Her other orifices with a favourite flogger.
The reflection period would extend throughout the night but when it was finally ended Rachel was bathed by both Redmayne and Rowena twice; once with their tongues and then in pleasingly warm soapy water. This was so soporific that by the time he lifted her with affection even reverence - though little effort - to a Egyptian cotton towel on the chaise She was languid and on the very brink of slumber. Together he and Rowena gently massaged all the aches from Her tired, thoroughly used body and She dozed while they did so and as such did not see the warm indulgent smiles the pair of them shared.
There was not room for all three of them on the chaise so they decamped to the floor where mutual desire and love morphed them into one purely ecstatic orgasmic being, wherein the boundaries of one person blurred into another. So engrossed in the triptych of their lovemaking were they not a one of them noticed when the door opened silently to admit a clerk with a silver tray on which was a bottle of perfectly chilled Krug champagne and a neatly typed report on their first assignment as a three agent team. This would commence the very next night. The clerk crept stealthily to the chaise where he deposited the tray before stealing out again. At the door he turned once to look upon them, he had intended only a glance but was enraptured by the scene. It took a good deal of will for him to finally leave, but before he could it was a matter of some urgency for him to adjust himself…
It was made very obvious to Her though that as seventh daughter of a seventh daughter She had the potential to be a notable wielder of magic. It was a sad fact that many even in the Bureau made the mistake of thinking magically inclined females were “witches”. This is and never has been the case; anyone can be a witch, that is a wielder of magic whose powers are demonic in origin, gender does not matter just a willingness to offer a pact to a demon. To date Claire’s experience – such as it was – of demons was limited to the u*********s encounters which She had had with the incubus and though She didn’t yet know it, these had marked Her… Her talents though were set to be more than a few demonic cantrips She might have had to trade Herself for. Most of Her early studies thus dealt with readying Herself and more especially Her mind for the manipulation of mystical energies. Truthfully, though She could obviously see the benefit and necessity in doing so, She found the process tedious and unstimulating. As such; after an interminable morning of mystical studies She would often hope that Her lessons for the afternoon were in “seduction techniques” which She took with a Mr. Redmayne or “Resistance and Resilience” for which Rowena was tutor…
In the weeks that followed Rachel’s confidence grew, though She was slight of build – if not quite so much as Rowena – She took to baritsu (The martial art which many agents preferred) swiftly and with some style, and though She had never even held a gun before Her marksmanship proved just as impressive. Even though She readily recognised the need for these skills and none of the tutors of them could fault either Her or Her willingness to learn or enhance Her abilities, most lessons bored Her. She did not see Redmayne or Rowena nearly so often as She would have liked, but when She did (It was a rule of the Bureau that no prospective agent ever be allowed to become complacent by having a fixed educational timetable. They were merely required to be present for “training” without knowing exactly what it might be, this it was hoped would promote open mindedness and adaptability within them.) both tutor and pupil enjoyed the time spent immeasurably.
Rowena took an especial delight in Her role as resilience instructor, She had done so many times before, with many prospectives. Perhaps saying that She found pride in breaking them and for being the stated reason for potentials dropping out of the program on no less than six previous occasions might be going too far. It was certainly not though something which She allowed to bother Her unduly, indeed it was Her firm belief that however badly She abused Her subject, it was beneficial even necessary that She also provide them some small measure of enjoyment as well. Most of Her lessons started with Her stealthily creeping up behind the student and with swift direct pressure point manipulation easing them into u*********sness. At which point She could more easily prepare the student for the session in any way that She saw fit. To Her intense delight however, it proved harder to prepare Claire in this manner than it had any of the other previous students, since She was far from easy to surprise. This meant an in intense wrestling match finally ending in a sleeper hold was often necessary just to start the lesson.
Sometimes it was Rowena’s wont to have Rachel suspended just so that She could better appreciate the muscles of the girl in torsion and be amused by Her enthusiastic struggling. Most times though when Rachel came to She was secured face down with Her pretty little arse in the air and Her own underwear jammed in Her mouth as a gag. Rowena had it seemed an impressive collection of phallic “educational aids” which could be inserted again and again into one or other of the girls two remaining available orifices. Such insertions were only rarely gentle and they were most often interspersed by beatings administered by canes of various gauge or by the willing hand of the tutor. On occasion though Rachel would receive much gentler and more welcome caresses from Rowena’s skilled fingers or tongue and it was this that She longed for. The lengths of the resilience classes were entirely at the whim of its teacher but they usually lasted at least two hours, with each one the time it took to wring tears from the girl increased though. The class proper could last as little as twenty minutes however, afterward no mater how long it had been though there was always a “reflection session” at least as long as the class had been, during which pupil and tutor would reward the other with achievement after achievement though no words were ever necessary or permitted.
So by degrees Rachel’s’ experiences of every type increased and in the process She was becoming stronger and tougher than She would ever have considered possible whilst She had hidden behind the skirts of Her mother and aunts as a c***d. Little by little the staff and senior agents became convinced She was ready for field work, until the day it was finally decided She would face Her final assessments. Of course She was not told that this was the case, as far as She was aware this was just another day in Her training and She had no idea how close She was to being a full-fledged agent. Rowena had talked privately with Redmayne and both had used all the influence they had to insure that the assessment officers Rachel would face would be those that thought the most of Her. As such on the fated day Rachel would be delighted to discover Her first lesson of the day would be in “seduction techniques” with Redmayne.
Already knowing exactly where the room at which She must present Herself was, She found it a challenge not to skip down the numerous twisting corridors She must traverse to get to the gymnasium. (This had always amused Her; the word was Greek from “Gymnos” or naked since all ancient Greek exercise was done unclothed. It was certainly a truth that both She and Her tutor would be very much continuing the traditions of those self-same Greeks for the next couple of hours at least…) Hesitating at the door She waited for a moment whilst Her breathing slowed to its resting rate, before knocking once, pausing for a heartbeat then turning the door handle with a determined twist. Redmayne was – as She had fully expected him to be – reclining naked on the leather chaise-longue which was the only furnishing in the room. His hard angular body, was a map of scars and wounds, all of these healed but some obviously much more recently than others. His face though was warm and his smile reflected in his grey green eyes on seeing Her was genuine.
On seeing him Claire found it very hard not to simply start shedding Her clothes in abandonment, but had learnt She must wait to be instructed to do so. His voice, when he spoke was rich with the merest hint of a slight yokel Sussex accent which gave him the air of someone a good deal less intelligent than She knew him to be;
“I’m glad You are as punctual as ever Rachel, I’m sure You know the drill by now. Remove Your clothes and then You may start in Your own time.”
She knew now that it was Her task to do whatever She might to bring forth his achievement. The first time She had been presented with this as a task She had been surprised since it seemed so very easy; in Her – admittedly short – experience men could seldom resist Her now no longer modest seduction skills, Redmayne though She had soon discovered was the exception. In all the times She had now been with him She had never yet managed to bring his achievement before Her own, indeed often despite Her best efforts She would achieve twice before he did. On the third occasion he had so impressed Her thus, She had timorously asked how he could control himself so well and he had explained that he had studied various meditation and physical techniques with Yogis and Vedic priestesses in the Raj one summer some years ago. Today though She was determined that he would reach his peak before She did. Redmayne though was an energetic and vigorous lover, as soon as She had finally removed Her chemise and bloomers, he stretched lazily and circled his head to loosen his neck, saying;
“Begin.”
Though She would never have considered telling anyone - least of all Rowena – Rachel was almost frightened by just how right it felt to kneel before him. She knew it would take some while for him to even rise once She’d taken him reverently in Her mouth, Rachel was very fond of his organ, it was by no means the largest She had known not by some margin. It was though the most rigid and the one which was wielded with the most skill, even art that She had ever known. It felt warm and comfortable in Her mouth, tasting clean and fresh She had come to genuinely yearn for it. By the time he was fully hard – though not nearly yet close to spilling in Her – Her cheeks and tongue ached not a little but nevertheless She knew a fierce pride in having raised his flag. For his part Redmayne had struggled mightily to resist Her, he had only ever met one other girl whom he found it so difficult to resist; the spirited minx that was rowena. Truthfully it was the thought of Her which was the ultimate cause of his rising and though his control was almost legendary in certain circles. He could not prevent a slight smile creeping to his often sad face at the thought of Her, whilst the delightful Rachel was busy at his loins. He was though glad that the girl’s attention was focused on his tool, preferring as he did, not to be seen to be exhibiting the slightest emotion.
For the next forty minutes Rachel resisted the urgent need She felt to mount him, She wanted dearly that this time he would reach his peak before She did and knew only too well how soon She would achieve if She did so. So; though Her cheeks and tongue were cramping She continued to fellate and manipulate him almost roughly with Her delicate hands. Still though he would not spill, She continued on, Her knees and face aching until finally She felt the subtlest of trembles in the rod of flesh that She so adored, he was wavering… With a dancer’s grace She left the task which had so occupied Her to finally tease Her already well lubricated self open and waited for his nod of approval before lowering Herself on to him to greedily envelope him in Her tight little pocket. So She rode him, rode and rode him, Her eyes locked on his tired grey green ones all the while. No words were exchanged, none were necessary and with each upward bounce She neared Her zenith, sweat began to bead upon his brow and She too felt warm and exhausted. It was going to be close…
His breath was quickening and She was reddening noticeably, sweat now dripping from Her pert little rosy nipples onto the broadness of his chest, he flushed and finally closed his eyes, biting his lip hard enough to taste a metallic saltiness.
“God but She’s good, almost as good as Rowena...” he thought to himself.
He knew that such thoughts were a mistake; bringing his minx to mind had made his achievement now an inevitability. On and on She rode, almost in a delirium, lost in Her lust and utterly a slave to the few inches of him that filled Her, both their bodies began to spasm jerkily, neither one willing to lose themselves before the other had; so together they climbed to the heights of ecstasy up into the oxygen deficient peak where the air was thin and the majesty of the view absolute. Close and closer, warm and warmer, moist and moister till with a spastic mutual truth they achieved together and both fainted away from the utter reality of that singular moment.
When Rachel finally awoke – unsure for just how long She had been out – somewhat to Her dismay She quickly realised that She was bound across the low back of the chaise so that the ripeness of Her perfect little bottom was presented perfectly for punishment.
“I see You’re awake sister mine, I’m glad, though I fear You may not be so.”
With Her head low to the floor behind the back of chaise Claire could not see Rowena or really little of anything else, but already knew that the next hour at least would be pain, a perfect counterpoint to the hour of pleasure with Him. She sniffed slightly and was pleased to detect just a whiff of smoke from the foul little cheroots he smoked. He was still here watching!! And this knowledge pleased Her greatly, if anyone should witness Her chastisement it should be him. So engrossed was She by these thoughts that when the first of the weltering storm of blows She would receive fell, She did not even so much as gasp. The classes in “Resistance and resilience” were simply concerned with not crying out, the longer She managed to stay silent the longer would be the reflection session afterward. If Redmayne had stayed, She hoped that he might be involved with it and thus She wanted as much time with him and Rowena as She could get.
Rowena had brought the carpet bag which She reserved for those rare individuals She considered most deserving of the most painful, indeed agonising correction or chastisement. They though, were also the people for whom She felt the most affection and affinity, only Redmayne had ever been subjected to the contents more than once and it was for this reason as much as any other that She trusted him above any other man alive. She could wield a whip, a tawse, a cane even a rod with probably as much skill as anyone in the empire and She found pleasure in doing so with anyone. Now though with the company She was in and with access to the tools in this particular bag She knew the rest of the afternoon would stay in Her memory long after the majority of such recollections had dissipated.
Resting over the low back of the chaise as She was Claire’s delectable little bottom was at the perfect height for whatever abusement or amusement Rowena cared to subject it to. Her legs were secured at the ankles to its feet as too were Her wrists, which meant Her head was lowered and Her vision obscured by the fall of a curtain of Her hair. Rachel knew that Rowena was not yet nearly done with Her, but even had there been the possibility, Redmayne’s presence was a reassurance that She would not be subject to any lasting damage. All She had to do was endure, that after all was the point of this class. Though Rowena would apply Herself and Her not inconsiderable skill to Rachel’s punishment, it turned out that it took longer than anyone thought it would for the victim to cry out. The smile which the redhead’s frustration at this produced would have pleased Rachel greatly had She been in a position to see it.
It took the rapid cuts of a little barbed dog whip to Her arse whilst Her cunt was stuffed full with Rowena’s arm almost to the elbow to elicit the cry that would acknowledge Rachel’s defeat. Normally with just that cry the lesson would be ended and after a short pause for refreshments the longed for reflection would begin. Today though would be different; Rowena withdrew Her arm with a sweaty little “pop” and nodded to Her man. Redmayne who had been watching throughout and was painfully hard as a result, swaggered over to keel before the girl. Lifting the curtain of Her hair he presented his cock to Her mouth which was swallowed with delight. His hands were insistent though gentle on either side of Her head managing and restraining Her as Rowena belaboured Her other orifices with a favourite flogger.
The reflection period would extend throughout the night but when it was finally ended Rachel was bathed by both Redmayne and Rowena twice; once with their tongues and then in pleasingly warm soapy water. This was so soporific that by the time he lifted her with affection even reverence - though little effort - to a Egyptian cotton towel on the chaise She was languid and on the very brink of slumber. Together he and Rowena gently massaged all the aches from Her tired, thoroughly used body and She dozed while they did so and as such did not see the warm indulgent smiles the pair of them shared.
There was not room for all three of them on the chaise so they decamped to the floor where mutual desire and love morphed them into one purely ecstatic orgasmic being, wherein the boundaries of one person blurred into another. So engrossed in the triptych of their lovemaking were they not a one of them noticed when the door opened silently to admit a clerk with a silver tray on which was a bottle of perfectly chilled Krug champagne and a neatly typed report on their first assignment as a three agent team. This would commence the very next night. The clerk crept stealthily to the chaise where he deposited the tray before stealing out again. At the door he turned once to look upon them, he had intended only a glance but was enraptured by the scene. It took a good deal of will for him to finally leave, but before he could it was a matter of some urgency for him to adjust himself…
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