I spoke the first word that had passed between us since she gave me her check. "Strip." It thrilled her and she instantly complied. A bit of fear whiz...zed through her mind as to whether I would be happy with her body, but it was minor.I also stripped quickly, revealing a full erection, which she noted with a little pang of heightened desire.She threw all the covers off the bed and sat on it. Then she tugged gently on my hand. Her next thought was fairly complicated. She really just wished I. I just used my tongue and my face to spread her open, keeping my hands on the bed next to her hips. As I repeated this, her crack opened a little more each time. She was making "happy" sounds. Little whimpers, moans, "Ohhs" and Uhhms", quiet, little, contented noises.I moved my hands up to her cheeks and spread them. She moaned a little louder at this. I stuck my tongue in her vagina and repeated the motion. This time I was able to touch the bottom of the crack all the way up. This was the. You have my permission."As I said that, I kept my hand loosely around his shaft, and didn't move it any more up and down, but instead, I made him do the rest of the work required---and I sat there grinning (I couldn't help it!) as I watched him pumping my clasped fingers---urgently, hurriedly."Oh, god!" I heard Walter saying repeatedly, as he fucked my hand. He was very close to ejaculating. Even though I'd let him get to that very point many times that early afternoon, only to quash his hopes,. .other motives for choosing the Red Chrysanthemum, which is not a brothel, though Madame is not averse to playing the bawd on occasion. The Inn is a club, of sorts, a place where its members can indulge in their most erotic penchants." His eyes narrowed. "Is that all?" "Its members seek and want to be there." Seeing the grim set of his features, she changed the subject. "But I have hopes that you will be my last patron. I shall seek employment hereafter as a governess or a lady's companion.".