Grey-breasted Prinia
72 стр. мягкая обложка
978-6-1332-7691-8

His complexion flushed then and his hands clasped themselves together nervously. He knew not where to look and seemed to wish to avoid her eyes. Smiling, with no little condescension in her face, she laid one hand upon his upper thigh, making him start. “Are you nervous?” she asked. A perfect thrill shot through me then for I divined instinctively that something had been said and done between them before and that I was about to share in a secret that would otherwise have been hidden from me. As she spoke she used her other hand to raise two fingers beneath his chin and draw his face around to hers, at which he most distinctly blushed. “No,” he quavered, but I knew him to be lying. “You have no need to be. Remember what I have told you, Robert. You have but to obey me and all will be well. Do you not wish to obey me now?” He bit his lip. I could have sworn that tears sparkled in his eyes. Bereft of speech, he nodded, though the movement of his head was constrained by her touch. “Robert-answer me!” Her voice was level but sharp, her bosom rising and falling visibly beneath her grey and white gown that gave full prominence to her breasts and allowed their upper, milky surfaces to be seen in all their swelling glory. “Yes,” he replied, his voice thick. “I beg your pardon, Robert?” Again her steely tone. “Y… y… yes, Mama,” he croaked and again a thrilling sensation ran through my veins. “That is better,” she purred. “You must give constant thought to everything I tell you, for you will be guided and instructed now by none but me ...