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Teen QueenYou are not French, then?" "No, Madame. I speak French. But by birth I am a South African. Here in Nice I am learning the hotel business, so that I may return one day to one of the big hotels in my own country." "Interesting," commented Louise. Desire, elemental and carnal, had risen within her as they chatted. Dare she…? She wondered, dispassionately studying him, how best to provoke him into a quick realization of her needs. Should she leave it for later? Or should she try to gain his interest right there and then? She decided on the spur of the moment, as the steward inquired, with trained courtesy: "Shall I pour tea for Madame?" "No thank you. Pouring tea can be so – so one's own affair, I always think. Don't you?" And as she spoke, Louise raised herself on one elbow, twisting round to attend to the tray. She took care, as she did so, that her breasts should fall, visibly, against the flimsy gossamer of her pajama top. She knew too, and wickedly, how voluptuous were the curves of those breasts. Released from the confines of her daytime brassiere, they were full, vast breasts, and firm fleshed ...» |
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