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“The usual types that like to drop their coin at a bordello. Toffs, gents, cits, all of ’em in and out all night. The girls there must be working hard.”
“And where did you say this bordello is located?”
“Field Lane.”
“Gray stone townhouse, one from the corner?” asked Edward, picturing the place in his mind.
“That’s it.”
“I don’t think it’swomenplying their trade there,” said Edward to himself. The handsome townhouse on Field Lane was home to a celebrated molly house where men could indulge their taste for other men. Once again, his cock crowed at the dawning of the truth.
“Tobias,” he called to the urchin departing through the window. “Bring some ale with the pie. I have work to do.”
Chapter 6
It was all justas he’d suspected. One trip inside the molly house and some glimpses into doorways, helpfully left cracked open, clarified not only the cause but also possible solutions to the Mabbots’ marital impasse.
Edward waited in the dark night, just outside the gray townhouse on Field Lane. A man somewhat familiar to him emerged. Bits of him were certainly more known to him now, after seeing him stripped down and pumping away.
“Don’t dart off like that. I’ll not hurt or defame you,” said Edward.
The man relaxed just a little.
“I know you enjoy the company of men,” said Edward. “Now tell me: do you also enjoy fucking women?”
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At Mabbot House, Edward had Lady Maria spread on the writing desk in her bedroom. Her hands gripped the edges of the table while she perched one leg where she no doubt penned ladylike letters to friends and family.
Charley was nowhere to be found after the first rogering. Perhaps he too had felt rocked by the experience.
Rocking away now was Maria, meeting his thrusts like a good little strumpet despite how recently she’d been introduced to the ways of the flesh. She was a delight — in bed and on chaises and over desks, at least.
Edward watched his cock test Maria’s cunny. She gripped him most appealingly, but it might pose difficulties for what he’d planned.
He attempted to slide a finger into her channel alongside his cock.
“Oh!” Lady Maria squealed, wiggling at the intrusion.
“Can you take more here? Does your cunny need more stuffing?”
“I feel I might break,” she said, all coyness gone, only fear remaining.
He let his finger drift over her arse, trailing her wetness over that puckered rosebud that called out to him. “And what of here?”
“Oh, Edward!” she said, bucking him off and turning to face him in shock. “Whatever is going on?”
He held her upper arms and crowded in. “I’m attempting to solve the Mabbot family bedroom problems for good, as I promised you.”
He sat Maria on the desk facing him and fed his cock back into her hot, grasping hole. Then he drew very close to better gauge her reaction.
“What if there was another man in the room?”
Maria looked around, suddenly alert.
“Not now, but how would you feel if there were?”
Her cunt’s answering squeeze settled the matter; on some level she liked it, maybe even needed it. He couldn’t blame a woman trained to be admired for enjoying admiration in all aspects of her life.
