he complicated ritual that had developed between them. Some nights she would tease him, delay the inevitable, make him wait. But tonight she was too tired for

tes, darling,' she said, trying to

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se and along the corridor to his bedroom, sh

? Perhaps countesses, baronesses and duchesses were used to such things. Or perhaps not. It was

counterpane and bedding already removed, were two beautifully wrapped boxes, one large and rectangular, t

ide she sat on the white linen undersheet and ripped the ribbons off the large box. She delved into the layers of

and at the hips. There was a matching pink suspender belt in the box too, and a pair of very sheer, white

suspender belt around her waist. She slipped into the body. The silk was so soft

the mirror on t

David had a list of

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er breasts was transparent and she could see her quite large, rose-red nipples under it. The legs of the body were cut high and its crotch was thin, not quite covering the whole curved plane be

nders were too long and each had to be adjusted until they held the stockings taut. She spread the elasticated garter between her fi

ore outrageous items - cupless bras and crotchless panties, tiny, incredibly tight, red-satin waspies with long ruched suspenders, or patent leather high-heels t

ree, Clare picked the letter out of the box. As usual it was a single sheet of heavy cream vellum,

nt illuminator of biblical texts. It was a script - her script - the distilled essence of his latest sexual imaginings. He would never have dared to