.

Giles raised his eyebrow at another sudden change. "Really?" he asked, standing and beginning to put his shirt and coat back on.

"Then I'll take my leave Lady Bella. Good bye." he said, turning around and beginning to walk away.
 
Straightening out his jacket and dress shirt, Giles left the gardens and Isabella and entered the hallway. His hands met the cuffs of his jacket, thus neatening his appearance as he was when he first arrived.
 
Giles smoothed out his collar as he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Turning around halfway, Giles saw that it was Bella once again. Weirdly, whenever he left a room, a woman was coming after him; unusual.

"It seems so." he agreed, not allowing her to feel better. "How can you repair this situation?" he asked her, using 'you' instead of 'we' to make her take responsibility.
 
It was quite easy, just keep a straight face. And that, he could do. Feeling her body against his and her pelvis grind against his own, he decided that his deviousness wasn't over just yet. Moving his hand down her had found the front of her black lace underwear once again as he placed her clitoris between his index finger and his thumb, pinching it through the fabric.

"Do you think that my affections are worthless to that I am to forgive so easily..?" he whispered as he kept his fingers there.
 
"Maybe I will... if you deserve it." Giles said almost coldly, then slowly began to twist her clitoris. The feeling of control was great, but it wasn't something that was new to him.

"How would you feel if your sister saw you at this very moment..?" he whispered in her ear, teasingly as he continued to gently twist her clitoris.
 
"Are you sure..? You're not lying to me, are you?" Giles asked, suddenly letting her clitoris go and waited to see if she could still stand.
 
Giles smirked as he crouched down to her eye level.

"I hope I do not find out otherwise." he said, leaning in and kissing her softly before breaking their lips apart and laying his hand on her buttocks, squeezing it tightly as he moved up her skirt to her waist.
 
Giles said nothing, but smirked as Bella opened her legs for him. Letting go of her buttocks, he slid his hand underneath her black lace underwear, traveling down her buttocks. His fingers finally found what they were looking for: her 'sacred' place. Feeling that she was starting to get wet, Giles rubbed the lips of her vulva with his middle finger.
 
Giles noticed as Bella back away, and countered by pulling her back. He then felt her hands seeking his manhood, and smirked as he grabbed her hand.

The man shook his head with a smirk, an expression that held many lusts. "Tchtchtch... you don't get to have it yet... this is punishment." he said as he his other hand inserted the middle finger into her slowly, while his thumb rubbed her clitoris teasingly.
 
Giles grabbed her by the waist with one hand and turned her around, her back against his chest. The hot and wet feeling of her pussy sliding against his finger erected his manhood strictly as he rubbed his penis against her back, invigorating himself and her at the same time.
 
Giles felt her need, and wanted to wait even longer. Sensing a chance, he slipped in his index finger, filling her up a little more as he glided in and out of her wet pussy even faster.

"Heh... good girl... Would Lady Bella liked a reward?" he asked her just above whisper.
 
"Heh, for obeying of course..." Giles answered her as he teased her with his ring finger, just prodding the outside of her wet pussy.
 
Giles finally slipped in his ring finger, almost putting them all in her pussy. His free hand then found her left breast and began to massage it tenderly.
 
Giles smirked at her forwardness, "Don't worry... soon." he reassured her as his pinkie forced itself inside her pussy, then licked his lips as he pinched her left tender nipple, pushing the sides together.
 
Giles was getting enormously turned on as her hips moved to help him. He suddenly felt her body tensed up around his fingers, and heard her scream his name loudly, knowing that she climaxed. Slipping his fingers out, his hand was soaked with her fluids. His tongue lashing out, he tasted her juices and smirked.

"You taste incredible Lady Bella.." he whispered, leaning in and nibbling gently on her ear.
 
Giles saw that she was obviously tired, but that didn't stop him.

"Want more?" he whispered, not saying 'you're welcome' like he usually does. His eyes looked from side to side to see if anyone was coming.
 
As Giles heard the word 'abandoned' the smirk grew larger.

"I will... but I want to see if you can climax again." he said, then gently pushing her onto the floor and pushing her legs apart.

"God... you're still so wet Bella..." he said as he leaned in as lapped the fluids off her inner thighs with his tongue, slowly making his way toward his soaking pussy.
 
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His tongue traveled along each of his wet folds, teasing her as she searched for a word.

"A slut? Whore...?" he suggested as his teeth found one of her folds and bit down gently.
 
This was his specialty; releasing women's inhibitions. Giles noticed that Bella pulled back, then wrapped his arms around her legs and pulled her towards him, taking more of her wet folds and pussy around his tongue. This allowed him to slipped in his tongue and flicked the entrance in a circular motion.
 
"It's called... cum." Giles informed her calmly as he did his final technique: rolling his tongue back inside Bella's pussy, he then quickly lashed out his tongue which barely hit her g-spot.
 
His face was wet with her fluids, love he didn't care. As she asked that question, he smirked.

"I want you warm me up..." he said, undoing his pants and pulling out his thick, throbbing cock.
 
"Mmmn..." he moaned, feeling her soft hand stroking him slowly.

"Do it." he said calmly, subliminally ordering her to place his enlarged member in her mouth.
 
As Bella licked the head and sucked on a small part, his head shot back and a loud moan was heard. His hands found their way to her head and pushed down, taking a bit of him inside her mouth.
 
MARIE:

She smiled sincerely at his answer to her question. With dimples in her cheeks, her emotions were betrayed by her expressive face whether she liked it or not. She did not mind however, as Marie was the type to wear her heart on her sleeve.

"I am Lady Marie, milord, and I would love to show you around," she said, a slight nervous giggle to the end of her statement. He was quite handsome, she thought, toying with the silver pendant around her slender neck.

Taking his arm, he mentioned perhaps running across Isabella, and a puzzled look ran across Marie's face. "I have not seen her yet this morning, although the maid mentioned that she is with Giles and showing him around the estate....that is a bit of a shock to me I have to admit. I figured she would slam the door in his face!" she said with a chuckle.
"My friend has been known to endear himself to even the most reluctant of women, Lady Marie," Edward replied as he offered his arm.

He rather enjoyed the warm touch as she snaked her hand through the crook of his elbow and rested it on his forearm. He politely placed his strong fingers atop her delicate and soft hand, and, a bit less politely, squeezed it affectionately.

He followed her lead through the entrance hall, and noticed that it was lined with exquisitely framed watercolours by Rowlandson. He stopped at one of his favourites, a lovely rendering of a pink-fleshed young woman, naked on her bed, and being attended by two older gentleman.

"Such a wonderful collection of prints, Marie," he commented; "Rowlandson is one of my favourite illustrators. Do you enjoy his work, my dear young charge?" he asked suggestively.

"This most definitely promises to be an interesting assignment," he thought to himself as he awaited her answer and looked closely at the next depiction.

"My goodness, " Edward laughed, "these are not prints, but originals! So much richer in detail and in colour than the prints I have seen; it seems my late predecessor had quite the eye for fine art." "And for fine women as well, I'll wager." he commented to himself.

He felt Marie's breast press against him as she moved closer to view the watercolour, and Edward realized that he was quickly warming to his new post.
 
Giles let out another moan as he felt that familiar feeling, yet it was different... Deciding to help her, Giles pushed on her head little more and noticed that she had taken off the top part of her dress, seeing her full and voluptuous breasts in front of him, he would have to wait until later.
 
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