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The Mme and I are—old friends.” The Libertine tapped his hands against his thigh again and then they set off and in a blink of an eye Abby was in another room with no cogent memory of walking there. “Why is that girl out of bounds?” Abby asked suddenly directly they walked through the door and The Libertine exhaled fondly and said “ah,” and then he thought for a while. “Arabella is a special girl.” The Libertine spoke fondly about the only daughter of Mme Rothschild—as if she was somehow dear to him. She was the heir to the family fortune and Arabella was the prize everybody longed for but he told Abby that she was too pure and nobody could have her. “Not yet,” he said as if wrapped with sadness. “She is not to be touched until she flowers. She cannot be defiled. She is sacrosanct” He told Abby that he had only ever seen her once without her mask—a long time ago—when they had an illicit rendezvous that was abruptly stopped and as he spoke she saw his words unfold like a vision in her head. He told her that Arabella had a beauty which was superior to anyone else but of a different sort. She was thirteen or fourteen, small and slender, of a slight and nubile and extremely delectable build, and the finest platinum hair to be seen. An air of sensibility her features were defined and perfect and her eyes were the deepest and brightest green and expressed at once tenderness and decency and innocence. She was of superior class and noble charm. Her lips were bright and ripe and red and they gave her the appearance of celestial physiognomy and they had been soft and tender when he had kissed them. Her face was perfect and she was flawless like she was a porcelain doll. Her skin was soft and sun blessed and free from blemish and in their rendezvous some time ago he had slipped her lithe being from the confines cum of her silk dress and had seen all of her unrestricted. Her breasts were small, very round, firm, well-elevated, but there was barely enough there to fill the hand. Her chest was narrow and defined, but it was also a very delicate chest, her belly was satin smooth and traced down to a little blond mound not much garnished with hair and cumshot which served as peristyle to a temple worthy of a Goddess. This temple was narrow to such a point that when he had inserted a finger therein he had elicited a sweet cry from Arabella. From her back of which lines swept deliciously down to the most artistically and the most precisely cleft bottom was something that could not have been more perfectly round, not very large, but firm, white; and when it was opened, what would peep out but the cleanest, most delicate hole; a nuance of tender pink. She had blushed a virgin’s blush but she had asked him to continue and he had kissed her once more and then it had been stopped and she had been taken away and he had been forbidden to ever touch her like that again. He stopped his story short. “We will talk about that girl no more,” he said suddenly and seriously. “Tonight I am yours.” She looked up at him and bit her bottom lip. “What does that mean?” “What do you want it to mean?” “I don’t know.” He smiled and then he laughed. “Come, there is one more thing I would like you to see.” He led her out of the room where along the left hand side of a darkened corridor were doors bareback lit only by the white fire glow of the number that hung above it and which descended down through the teens and into single figures. “What’re in those numbered rooms?” she asked and The Libertine smiled. “They’re not numbers.” “What do you mean?” “Look closely.” She did and then after a second the realisation of what it was hit her and unrelenting horror flooded her face, followed by a sickness that flowed from her stomach. The signage above the blowjob door did not denote what number it was, but the age of the occupant inside. He led her down to one of the single figure doors and produced a key and asked if she wanted to see inside and she amateur shook her head and felt the beginnings of vomit in her throat. The Libertine laughed again. “The world of the rich and powerful is not a world you could ever pov hope to understand, child. Everything is a commodity. The money was good, but bareback it was time to find another project. It wasn’t a problem when we were on the flat; but most of the queues were up steps so I had to be careful who was behind and below us. “Yeah, yeah, I got you.” Phil replied dismissively, leaving the room. “Fine, suit yourself, wait here in the car, I have to get your cum nozzle.” In the act so he can't deny it! “I’ve never been with such a big dick before.” I stopped pulling like a docile ass, moved back a little pov to decrease the tension of the belt and lowered my upper body. She would shudder every time in shock. ‘Open your legs blowjob a little.’ Manus said. You. It didn’t help him gracefully weather the next half a minute. Releasing Ty’s cock cumshot completely, amateur he offers his hand to help her up.