<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">image</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.laughspark.info/thumbfiles/705X705/actress-monica-belluci-hot-photo-shoot-635691775853483748-12862.jpg)</div></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Lounging Chair, on the patio<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Harlequin<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Duchesse appreciated his touches. She appreciated his patience too. A number of her younger lovers had required for her to slow them down. A number of them had considered being with her a bit like… a Cinderella story, as in if they weren't done by midnight, she would run off before returning to her rags and normal life. As if it was all a once in a lifetime opportunity and that she could yank it from them at a whim. That part was true, the last part. If her current lover was leaving her frustrated, she wasn't one to stick around for long.<br/><br/>Harlequin, so far, certainly didn't risk losing her attention. With a simple signal and no word, he had understood that she needed more, right now. He would have more of her, this was just the beginning. Still, his movements were slow, guided, aimed at a precise purpose, and Duchesses couldn't help but to anticipate the results.  Her folds were swollen, sensitive, already aroused from previous touches, and so when his fingers spread her to make way for a third one, she took one deep breath to prepare for the surge to come<br/><br/>And the surge surely came. The slow circles felt like he was winding a spring coil inside of her, her pleasure rising with each circle. She moaned into the kiss. The moan was soft and meant for his ears only. She did not care if other people heard her or not. Right at this moment, she was spending time with Harlequin and he was the only one that mattered, the only one who had to know whether or not he was doing  a good job. He was, he most definitely was giving her what she requested in words, but also with her body language. She moved little, allowing him to keep a complete control over where his fingers would be touching her. The last thing that she wanted was an ill-timed move that would have him hit her clit with the efficiency of an off switch…</div>