Bonnie, tired of her distraction, pressed the skirts of Molly’s dress into her hand, propped her right thigh on his shoulder, and dove face-first between her thighs.
“That’s a good girl, running around without those pesky drawers. I knew you’d leave them off,” he growled softly.
“How did you know I don’t wear drawers?” she asked Bonnie dazedly as he sucked on her clitoris.
“I observe,” he said, returning to his task with relish.
“I hardly think the gentleman we are discussing would engage in unnatural acts,” said Molly, her voice breathy as Bonnie did exactly that.
“We don’t mean to trouble a lady,” said the voice, “but we refer to unnatural acts with other men.”
Molly began to writhe against Bonnie’s face, thoroughly enjoying the way his tongue flicked against her sensitive bud.
“I can assure you that just this evening he has been enjoying my favors in this very shop,” she said.
“Am I ever,” murmured Bonnie from beneath her skirt.
“Madam, he has been engaging in sodomitical vices this very day,” said the Night Watchman.
At that moment, the purpose of the vial of liquid retrieved from Bonnie’s cane became clear when he slid an oiled finger into her arse.
“Oh!” she squealed, surprised at the intrusion.
“Yes, it’s very shocking, indeed,” said the Watch. “May we come in?”
Bonnie began pumping his finger while lavishing her cunt with his open mouth, licking and sucking with abandon until she bounced against the door in hopes of reaching orgasm.
“I’m afraid not, gentleman, for I am entertaining a guest and find that I am not attired for receiving visitors,” she said.
Bonnie used his other hand, this one still gloved, to slide the detached silver head of his cane into her needy cunt, which immediately clamped down on it. She was pinned against the door, speared in two holes, and facing the enthusiastic ministrations of his tongue on her throbbing clitoris.
She looked down at Bonnie, only the top of his head visible as he knelt at her feet and applied himself to making her come. She shifted her hips to direct his tongue and lips to precisely the right spot, enjoying the erotic sight of opening further to him. He moved closer to her body, grinding his cock against the one leg she was using to keep herself standing.
She used a hand to gently direct his head. The feel of his clean, golden hair in her work-roughened hand as well as the sight of a spoiled aristocrat working the second day in his life to worship her cunt sent her breaking apart. She knocked against the door as she spasmed around and on him, causing Bonnie to press into her cunt further to try to keep her upright.
“Oh,” she exhaled.
He looked up at her, his face wet from the juices of her pussy, and seemed to seek approval.
“You were so good,” she breathed. “Almost as if you like women.”
He paused. “Did I say that I don’t like women?”
“I suppose you didn’t,” she whispered. “I just thought that if you visited mollies—”
“Some of the men are more narrow in their tastes and prefer to only bed men, but I rather like a supper dance buffet of options,” he said, licking his lips.
“Well, that does make the favor I need to ask of you in return far less awful,” she said thoughtfully.
“Madam, we need you to open up now,” said the Watchman, reminding them that they were most decidedly not alone.
Bonnie sighed and got to his feet, grabbed his cane, and looped an arm around Molly’s waist. He drew her close.
“How do I look?” he asked.
“Like you’ve been licking my cunt,” she said. “Where’s your handkerchief?”
“Nevermind that,” he said, “it only adds to the story. I’ll unlatch the door, you just follow my lead.”
