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He juritted his teeth and blushed, more self-conscious than the olves of Rue’s acquaintance Perhaps this was ation rather than a pleasure?

"You don’t have to" Rue didn’t want him to feel forced

"It’s only a little embarrassment You’ve seen pictures It’s ti you’re so fond of"

"Goodie!" Rue clapped her hands only a tiny bit

He grinned "Standing or lying down?"

Rue pursed her lips and wandered over to hiaze and then her hands drift

She wasn’t taken with the idea of kneeling at his feet The book was fond of depicting this dynamic but Rue had decided early on that it didn’t appeal She informed Quesnel of this

He seemed oddly pleased "Not that I don’t think we can try it eventually – you shouldn’t rule anything coree it’s a little servile"

"Exactly!" replied Rue "I’m a lady We don’t kneel" Since she had one hand on his posterior at the time in a completely unladylike manner, this comment came off as hilarious to the both of them

"To the bed!" Quesnel lay back, utterly nude and looking only a little uncoaze He put both hands behind his head, as though they needed to be trapped there

"Lady Prudence, I a part of the lesson plan?"

"For this, I think you should be allowed to do your worst Hopefully estured, indicating that, unlike their previous encounters, not all of his

"Yes Plus, I’e" Rue was hesitant at first, using only a few fingers She experimented with pressure, curious about the different textures of his skin Unlike the olf uncles, Quesnel had very little hair on his chest, only a sprinkling that arrowed in and trailed lower down Rue followed it, stopping when he sucked in his breath

"Too rough?"

"Just ticklish"

All in all, it proved a

Quesnel’s prior preparations notwithstanding, Rue got to see about everything a girl could wish to see – a most instructive experience