Bold was a good word for most of the interactions with Auguste. She always seemed to forget that she was a servant and he was a Lord. Perhaps because she had grown up with him, and it was hard to reconcile the image of capricious child with the stern, serious man he had become.<br/><br/>Her breath caught in her throat as he lifted her dress, exposing her long pale legs. Never before had she been self conscious of her body-it was always totally covered-however, right now she wanted him to be pleased with it, and with her. Swallowing hard as his hand explored, she watched with careful eyes as his touch dipped lower, caressing that private area that had never known any sort of touch.<br/><br/>Tilda groaned as he slipped his fingers inside of her, surprised at the fullness she felt between her legs. It was strange, and yet somehow pleasant. Without any prior knowledge, she knew her body was reacting as it was meant to. Even still, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of shame as she moaned his name gently<br/><br/>It was all she could do to nod weakly, whimpering softly as his strong hand teased and pleasured her. The sensation was so consuming that she was forced to close her eyes in order to focus on any one thing. Raising her hips slightly, in motion with him probing fingers, she was aware that her legs were trembling but not out of any kind of nervousness.<br/><br/>Of course she was nervous, both because of fear of punishment and because she had heard through rumors that the first time could be very painful,