<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/HarlequinMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Harlequin, Security</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>The Mirror Bedroom<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner, week 1<br/><strong>Who: </strong>J<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;"><br/>Harlequin tended to her gently at first. While their time might very well be limited, that didn't mean he was trying to set a land-speed record for getting a woman to climax. Besides, whatever business Duchesse had to take care of, if the woman asked him to get her up to speed, then Duchesse knew that would take a few minutes at least, so Harlequin did his best to start out slow, gentle, at a casual pace to ease J into it.<br/><br/>She tasted delightful, though, and looking up her body, he was amazed at how well she was built. Her breasts were -perfect-, once again reminding him of Duchesse, and he wagered that they were -real-, not fake... though really, it didn't matter to him. If a woman desired to alter her breast size, who was he to complain? A woman's body belonged to the woman, and he sure as hell wasn't a breast snob to begin with. <br/><br/>His eyes looked her over as his tongue gently introduced itself to her sex, and as his hands settled into place, as his body became comfortable where he knelt, as his fingers gently spread her sex lips apart, she spread her legs wider, so very invitingly to him. Right in front of his face. The sudden desire to stand up and plunge inside her was a stark contrast to his sense of duty to Duchesse. Then again, if he were to enjoy J and lose his load, the quick one would be out of the way, and he would last much longer for his employer when she eventually arrived... but that would also go against Duchesse's express wishes, too...<br/><br/>J had a body, though... Gods, did she have a body to die for. If his own employer wasn't as attractive as she was, this woman would have been his second choice to pursue, surely. And to have BOTH of them in the same bed, at the same time? Harlequin simply reminded himself to be -patient-. Not rush -anything-.... unless Duchesse ordered him to.<br/><br/>He suddenly flattened his tongue against her clit, completely covering it, then swirled it around in a rapid circle for stimulation. One of his hands slid from her inner thigh, moving to just below his chin. Turning his hand palm-up, he extended his index and middle fingers together, and gently snuggled them into her body's opening. It was a snug fit, he noticed, which made -him- purr softly against her slick folds. Slowly his fingers eased into her, deeper inch by inch as his tongue undulated over her clit in an effort to pleasure her.<br/><br/>Always his eyes, too, looked up her sleek body and beyond those gorgeous breasts. Fully inside her, his fingers eased back and forth, quickly becoming slick with her arousal, and then his fingertips curled slowly, carefully seeking her g-spot.... He'd get her right where lady Duchesse wanted... and then perhaps Duchesse would 'reward' him...<br/> </div>