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Vincent took me by surprise, walking into my bed chamber without knocking. I was only partly clothed, yet to pull on my silk stockings and with my dress yet to be tied at the back, my eighteenth century wench costume having given me one or two problems with logistics and testing the elasticity of my joints. I had already decided that a career as a contortionist was not for me when the door opened and Vincent stepped in.

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I was Jodie, the best escort in Hertfordshire but now I had added yet another layer, as a French courtesan from the court of King Louis. It was thrilling and I felt aroused and alive. I expected Vincent to approach at any second, to take me for his own and use my body for his personal pleasure but he did not move an inch, just stared at my nubile and petite frame and showed his delight in my appearance in his face and in his trousers. It was almost as if he was living out the thought of what was to come in his mind, increasing the desire and by refusing to submit to his immediate desires he was heightening the thrill and satisfaction he would feel when he eventually did enjoy my nubile body.

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