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  Yet even in his absorption in business, he continued to dismay Rose by a sudden display of sentiments having very little bearing on such transactions. For she gave him some erroneous information regarding overdue payments. And he detected her blunder instantly.

  “You must not waste my time. Rose!” he reprimanded her, “by giving me any such misinformation.”

  He eyed her once more Bushing face and the lovely body so gauzily clad. Through the lace and silk at the bosom of her garment the delicate curves of her breasts were more than visible.

  “I think that you shall strip off that last garment as a slight form of reprimand,” he said. “And in atonement for your mistake, you shall sit by my side quite naked while I check through the remainder of the accounts.”

  Poor Rose gasped with dismay when she heard his harsh decree. Never yet had she been entirely naked before him. But she staggered to her feet and obeyed him-hesitantly letting her last garment, and displaying all her lovely nudity to the full.

  Francis Freeman seemed quite matter of fact about the situation, and from his expression you might have thought that he was quite accustomed to holding business meetings with a lady who was stark naked. He waved the scarlet faced and embarrassed Rose to her chair.

  “Now then,” he said, “remain entirely silent for a few minutes, if you please…” And he selected a number of documents and began to run through them with rapidity.

  Rose… looking like a bashful and ashamed young girl from the shoulders up — and far otherwise from the shoulders down… stole fleeting glances at his face. The fact that he did not look at her at all — that he had not paid her any attention since she drew her last remaining garment over her head and dropped it to the floor… made it somewhat easier for her to sit thus at his side.

  “You have got here, Rose,” he said, “some valuable papers, unless I entirely miss my guess. There are bills which were never intended to reach the husbands concerned-bills which many of the lovelies would pay four times over rather than have them brought to the notice of their hubbies.”

  “Well,” said Rose hesitantly, “it is true that some of our clients have requested me to send their accounts to an accommodation address…”

  “Quite so,” said Freeman. “And some of the addresses might surprise you if you saw them. Perhaps they might be good friends of hubby's as well as wine's, but in any case I will hazard a guess that they would all turn out to be males-and potent ones at that!”

  “Of course, in other cases I should be inclined to suggest that you mark off the accounts to profit and loss- were it not for one circumstance that might keep them out of the red. The men who are in ignorance of their responsibility for these bills might prove to be wealthy only in the known beauty of their wife or daughter buying the goods.”

  “But there is one saving grace, my dear Rose, as far as these accounts are concerned. If sufficiently pressed for settlement-such beauty can usually be converted into cash…”

  “When pressed sufficiently?” faltered Rose.

  “Rather than have their families notified of their debts many of your recalcitrant clients would submit to almost any other embarrassment — say — at the hands of some good friend of yours who might be willing to assist them in their difficulty. I am sure that many of these beautiful women or girls would be so desperate under pressure that they would go where they were sent-and endure what they must-if they were told that in this way only could they obtain security.”

  “But… good heavens-you are suggesting terrible- quite dreadful things…” stammered the dismayed Rose.

  “I am suggesting,” he said calmly, “that you should be as nonchalant in collecting your debts as your debtors are in evading their obligations. Is there anything less… ethical-in advising one of these irresponsible women that she may obtain the settlement of her account by visiting my apartment and there earning the cheque required, than there is in her own withholding from you money which she knows you need and which is rightfully due to you?”

  “Ohh! To send her-to y-you!” quavered Rose. “Then you would… then you intend to — have some of my customers…?”

  “Yes! I think so…” he said thoughtfully. “Some of these young beauties listed here are fit for the bed… or the bachelor quarters of anyone in the world.”

  “Ohh! But… Mr. Freeman!” wailed poor Rose. “I should hate that-so terribly-sending them to you.”

  He eyed her keenly-and she blushed furiously beneath his critical gaze.

  “Can it be that the lovely lady whom I have treated so cavalierly… has some thought of sufficing for me herself?” he queried with a mocking smile.

  Her blush became sheer crimson… but her swift denial lacked assurance-as his perceptions told him.

  “No… no-ohh… how can you say such a thing to me?” cried Rose. “As if I had the least idea of-of doing… doing anything with you that you didn't- force me to do.”

  “Which reminds me,” he remarked casually, “that I told you some time ago that you would have to ask me to lie with you. I shall not insist upon that at once- perhaps the time may come when you will implore me to take your lovely body-to penetrate it-impregnate it if I wish.”

  “Ohh-no… no!” clamoured the distracted woman. “You must know that I would never ask such a thing of my own accord. I submit to all these dreadful indecencies because I must-but…”

  “We will pass by the obvious dispute for the moment,” he replied. “But-for venturing to discuss it with me instead of remaining silent or else acquiescing gently-you will go beneath this table at my knees-and pet me very softly at the spot where you see some indication of my physical pleasure caused by your nudity-while I continue to run through these accounts.”

  Rose grew pale and all the high color ebbed from her cheeks. She slumped despairingly in her chair. And in a split second he was upon her. With a strength that amazed and appalled her, he snatched her up. Her slender ankles were grasped-and she found herself dangling head down with her hair and protesting hands sweeping the carpet “Help! Help!” she gasped-frightened almost out of her wits. Holding her thus, he shook her to and fro-her hundred and thirty pounds of splendid nudity seeming as nothing to his powerful muscles.

  “Be quiet, Rose!” he ordered. “Quit wriggling and keep still. Unless you want me to march with you out of the shop and into the street? I shall do it-if you aggravate me any further!”

  “Please… please,” she begged frantically, subduing her voice now for fear of his displeasure. “I will do-just as you say-only… only put me down.”

  He replaced her upright, and she tottered-all her face rosy red from the rush of blood to the head.

  “Underneath the desk,” he directed curtly. “And be very careful to caress me dutifully-and tenderly-remembering that touching on the material alone will not suffice…”

  The bitterly ashamed woman almost scurried beneath the table, and his final words rang in her ears-telling her that her sensual complaisances were to exceed any thing that she had hitherto anticipated.

  He resumed his seat-parting his knees as he sat. And Rose crept steadily to her ordained post Her fingers trembled upon his thighs, and her turbulent breathing made him smile unseen. And if his delicate touches on her secret person had previously moved Rose to her very depths, the timidity of her attack upon the buttons of his nether garments thrilled Francis Freeman to the core.

  But he did not bother to issue directions to her now — much preferring to appear unaware of what was going on beneath the table-entirely confident that feminine instinct and rising passion would soon direct her in her complaisance and her caresses.

  A button had been unfastened. Slowly another button met the same fate. The unavoidable touches and light pressure upon his hidden virility enchanted him-and Rose's quick breathing as her soft fingers discovered his swollen and concealed weapon informed him clearly of the effect that her actions were having upon herself.

  She was motionless and silent for a moment H
e heard a sigh-and then a finger… two fingers-crept up to penetrate lasciviously within his nether garments. Both his trousers and drawers were invaded — very slowly and timidly. And suddenly the naked flesh of his huge staff felt the warmth and softness of appraising fingertips.

  At the same instant he heard a muffled exclamation from Rose-half a sigh and half a moan of delirious excitement. And already her buried fingers were touring upon the nude sex at her disposal. She gasped in ecstasy as her fingertips moved up along the shaft. Her left hand hurried to release another button-with rapidity this time.

  All her right hand entered. She was panting frantically now-and her fingers curled-they touched gingerly… they appraised incredulously. The buried hand was withdrawn. Without further delay every button of trousers and drawers was undone. And a husky little cry that was almost a sob of frenzied delight, broke from Rose's lips as the swelling sex thrust forth in all its superb nakedness. Rose was no longer the shy and modest woman who had been so swiftly converted by circumstances into the helpless chattel of a man's desires. In truth she had forgotten that this sensital submission had been forced upon her and she liked it.

  But she was awed by the unexampled-and in her own small experience astonishing-magnificence of the male organ. There was timidity as well as agitation in the way she slowly closed her two hands round the naked shaft.

  His own gasp of pleasure was drowned in the little cry of silvery delight which came from Rose's own throat. She clung now-clung and fondled… and her warm fingers visited ecstatically the entire extent of his masculine attributes-including in their researches the crinkled sack which housed his testicles.

  In her vast excitement and tingling, delirious ecstasy, she still recalled that instruction-to her mind it now became a 'permission' that she was to 'please' him. That at least conveyed something clearly to her imagination-for had she not-unwittingly perhaps-learned so early how to please her own son in the same manner?

  And now her ten soft and caressing fingers made the powerful body of the seemingly absorbed man quiver with delight. They roved around-they pressed-now lightly, now fervently… in every direction. Taught by nature and desire, they thrilled him through and through.

  Her head was bowed… her fine eyes gleamed unseen. So near was her face now to the object that she caressed that her fevered breath as well as her fingers played upon the object of her passion.

  While the man attended above the table to her affairs — which she herself had entirely forgotten — below the table the delighted Rose attended very efficiently to his “affairs.”

  The catch in his voice as he now spoke rejoiced her — for it was the first clear evidence that he was enjoying her attempts to please him. But his actual words drove her to despair-for they banished her lasciviously happy fingers from their delightful occupation.

  “Stop, Rose!” he commanded. “Let go-I shall spend in another moment. Do you hear me?”

  Reluctantly she released her convulsively clutching and prying fingers from their prey.

  “Kneel there,” he said. “Kneel there-and answer my questions!”

  Tremblingly she obeyed. But since there was no room for her to kneel erect, she bowed her head. And crept very close to his person-nestling between his widely parted legs. So near to him, indeed, that as her splendid bosom rose and fell with her turbulent breathing, the soft satin mounds of her naked breasts touched the bare flesh of his thighs from time to time.

  “That feels delightful,” he conceded. “Now that I am a little calmer you may bend your body forward-and place my prick between your charming breasts.”

  And this time there was no delay in her obedience as she gently lifted the object of her attentions, and laid it in the groove between her swelling mounds, squeezing them down deliciously upon it ere she sat back and awaited his further commands.

  He questioned her now regarding certain of her customers, some of whom he knew slightly-some others only by sight and others merely by their reputation for beauty and pure vivacity.

  She answered him as best she could in her present state of unsatisfied agitation. Even when he demanded if she had seen such and such a girl naked or nearly so- and what her nude body was like in intimate details- she gave him with an odd, shamed, sensual pleasure such of these details as she could recall.

  Regarding a certain Norma Wales-daughter of a very wealthy man-she showed a certain amount of enthusiasm. With her close clipped, curly blonde hair, said Rose, this girl was almost boyish, and her expression and features in some ways reminded her of Lester.

  “Her body? Yes… it was lovely-slender-and very white-and at the juncture of her thighs… just the least sign of a tiny pink crack.”

  “I think,” he said slowly, “that this girl Norma has produced a curious impression on you, based perhaps on the resemblance to your son. Have you ever dreamed of seeing and feeling her aristocratic young face pressed to your naked body-and caressing?”

  “Good Heavens-no!” exclaimed Rose in utter amazement. “Why-whatever do you mean?”

  “In your years of marital life,” he explained, “you had learned to enjoy being licked and sucked-and now you find yourself deprived of these delightful caresses… though it may be that in the future your young son…”

  “Ohh-ohh! I don't understand, Mr. Freeman… what you are saying is unspeakable!” said Rose in a smothered tiny voice.

  “So once more you are venturing to criticize,” be said. “And for that you shall lick my balls. Crouch lower-this instant… and take them gently in your hands- and now lick them all over.”

  Trembling and shrinking with a shame more acute than any yet visited upon her. Rose was prompt in her compliance to his demands, though she felt that she was approximating to the status of an animal. And yet the voice of her flesh spoke wildly as her obedient tongue wandered where it had been told. Her breath came in a series of short gasps-and she shook like an aspen as her forehead or cheek just touched, ever and again, the rigid sex which swayed so near to her head.

  Freeman was speaking again-she must listen-for it was perilous not to comprehend his least remark.

  “Would you enjoy,” he queried, “having this patrician girl Norma Wales, lend her pretty, boyish face to comprehensive caresses of all your naked person such as your husband used to supply? Would you like to have her at your beck and; call?”

  She must answer. She must abandon for a while this soft licking which was now driving her to a fury of pure sombre delight.

  “Ohh! My God! Mr. Freeman-I don't understand!” Rose managed to stammer. “A-girl-a girl like Norma- to do such things… and to another woman! I could not even conceive of it-I would be afraid-frightened!”

  “It would not be you who drove her to this surrender,” he replied. “You would have my support-my orders in fact-and I should not have any compunctions about the matter. It would interest me, in fact, to see this girl all naked and prostrating her lovely body-her lips and her tongue-to your service.”

  “And it is no certainty, you know, that it would be such utter torment for her as you imagine-after her first shame was overcome. She is boyish in ways as well as in appearance, I have noticed!”

  “I… I just couldn't!” gasped Rose. “I'm sure I should faint when she touched me!”

  He heard her moan faintly. She was, perhaps, beyond all surprise by this time-yet never had she imagined such a task of abject and shameful degradation being assigned to her. That she could be called upon to prostitute her mouth-to practice such a shameless caress-to offer her soft lips to the animal delights of this-this man.”

  Glancing downward, Francis Freeman beheld her pitiful confusion and shame. And he offered a brief consolation…

  “Look, Rose!” he said. “It seems natural after a time- didn't it-when your husband licked your slit and you spent on his tongue and lips? And what I ask from you is simply the equivalent of that caress.”

  “Ohh… but-” she quavered. “In the-in the state you are-you m-may spend…
in m-my mouth!”

  “Indeed I propose to do that very thing!” he replied. “And you shall drink my sperm like milk. Rose. Do yon suppose that I am going to leave you without obtaining some relief for the state of excitement roused in me by this display of your naked charms during the past two hours or so?”

  Francis Freeman understood fully the terrible struggle endured by Rose's shattered nerves as she faced this necessity of gratifying him under such depraved circumstances. And he saw that the quivering woman realized the complete inevitability of doing his will.

  To him it was a sheer joy-a joy which he was in no hurry to terminate by a violent physical ecstasy-to observe the reactions of this refined and naked woman as she now confronted the necessities of prostituting to his pleasure a virgin and delicate orifice of her body-and one that was intended for far other uses.

  He watched her intently, and saw growing upon her fine features-now drained of all color-an expression of amazed disbelief. That she could have fallen so quickly to the point where such a demand could be made to her — and she dared not resent it-impressed her as some terrible nightmare.

  She could not believe that it had indeed been she who had just now caressed with her tongue those dangling appendages hanging from the enormous virility which she was now regarding. Hardly two hours ago she had been the picture of a chaste and self-respecting business woman — and now… now she seemed to be nothing more than the naked property of this man before whom she knelt.

  She considered the matter-dominating the thrills the sight of that waiting prick with its swelling splendor imposed on her as she looked at it. In the first place she had attempted to placate him so as to secure these imperiled business interests. And she had passed from concession to concession as a result of that first fatal mistake. He had drawn confessions from her lips so intimate that whoever heard them was master of herself also. Quite simply, she had conceived that it was merely for the titillation of his senses that he had led her on. But now she realized that his aim had been to bring her to the point where complete and utter obedience to his wishes could be her own course.