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rested on the bed. He laid upon my back. I tightened my pussy, milking him until he could give no more.
    He pushed my hair to one side and kissed my face. “Has anyone ever told you that you are the most beautiful girl in London?”
    No one ever had, and that was what made his words so special.

Chapter Twelve
     
    He did not want me to visit the new client the next day. He had not said anything, but I could read it in his face. Pain almost as I approached the door of the house.
    “I will wait out here,” he said as I turned and saw him no longer on my heels.
    “It is snowing and you will catch your death.”
    “I will be just fine. You know where I am if you need me.”
    I knew he felt they would never catch the man responsible for Sir Michael’s murder. Soon they would not insist on him being my protector, and maybe we would go back to our former routine. I would miss him, and life would never be quite the same.
    I rang the doorbell, and a servant answered it. “I am here to see your master.”
    “He is waiting for you upstairs. First floor, and it is the door on the left.”
    She took my cloak and then I headed up each stair, noting the paintings of country houses and military personnel. I arrived at the first floor and went to my left, slowly turning the doorknob and going inside to see a man in his thirties sitting in a chair by the fire.
    “Good morning, sir. Mrs. Siebert said you requested the services of such a lady as myself.”
    “I certainly do, and please come in. Stand by the chair here so I can take a good look at you.” I walked over to him. He eyed me up and down. “Perhaps you could take off your clothes for me so I can take a better look.”
    I nodded. “I should tell you my rules before we get started,” I said, unbuttoning my dress. “Until I have serviced you for two months, there will be no blindfolding, tying me up in any way and no second or third person involved in our coupling.” I slipped off my dress and then sat it across the chair opposite where he sat. “You can, however, spank me with your hands, and after two months use a paddle or ridding crop.”
    I took off my petticoat and stockings and then the rest of my garments. I now stood naked before him.
    “Such curves, such full breasts,” he said. “Splendid. And just one step closer so I can touch the goods before I make a purchase.”
    I walked to the chair. The heat of the fire warmed my skin. He stroked my belly, ran his hands over my pubic hair and then drove his finger downward.
    “Part your legs.”
    I slide them apart, and within seconds, his finger was inside me.
    “Um, merchandise feels good to me. I think you will do.”
    “One last request from me. I have to inspect your cock, sir, to make sure you have no diseases.”
    “Of course.”
    He pulled out his finger and then stood, dropping his pants and underwear. I kneeled before him and checked him out, lifting his cock, feeling it go hard before I could lower it again.
    “Perfect,” I said.
    He took off his shirt before he kicked off his clothing. “Bed,” he said, pointing.
    I walked over to it, feeling him close on my heels. He went ahead of me and laid upon it.
    “I want you to straddle me, but with your back toward me.” I got onto the bed and did as he said. “Now up on all fours.”
    I got up on my hands and knees, noticing a mirror opposite us. He ran his hands over my cheeks and then pushed his finger inside me and wiggled it before finger fucking me.
    I suddenly thought of Mark and our two nights together. I closed my eyes, not wanting to think about this man outside. My orgasm stirred, and I wished it was Mark, that it would always be him pleasuring my body. Never another strange man.
    I came, and suddenly felt ashamed of how quickly I had enjoyed any man’s hands and fingers on my body.
    He pulled out of me. “Okay, now sit back.”
    I eased myself down, feeling his cock strike my left ass cheek before he eased it over and it slipped into my