The Rich Bitch

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Jason stood close to the end of the long polished dining table, his thick cock erect and pulsing in excited little spasms. The foreskin was rolled back along the great shaft to expose the huge, bulbous head. He was totally naked save for the black bow tie around his neck and in his hands he held a silver serving tray. Draped over his forearm was a starched linen napkin with ornate initials in red embroidered on the corner. Dutifully he stood erect and silent beside his mistress.

Arabella, seated and fully dressed, ate with her right hand; her left hand rested between Jason's thick muscular thighs from the rear, her fingertips teasing at the rear of his firm ball-sac.

In the large dining hall of the manor all was silent, just the occasional chink of a fork against plate and the odd whimper of delight from Jason to break that stillness.

At thirty-two years old, Arabella was in prime condition. Tall and slim, with jet-black hair that fell to her shoulders and deep, dark smouldering eyes, her appearance fitted perfectly her title of 'Lady.' Well-educated at only the best of schools, refined and socially acceptable within the upper circles of society in which she moved, Arabella was every bit the Lady of the Manor. Being extremely wealthy too helped tremendously to maintain the luxurious and carefree lifestyle that she led.

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