<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/21/Charlotte.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Charlotte “Charlie” Cooper</span></span><br/><strong>Current Location:</strong>The Stables<br/><strong>With:</strong>J.F. Henshaw and Lord Richard Fowler<br/><strong>When:</strong>Day 1, before dinner<br/><br/>"You don't have to call me Sir. We're being intimate you can call me J.F"<br/><br/>It was a point of fact that she couldn’t call him anything with her mouth full of his cock but she didn’t consider this observation humorous. Rather, his words concerned her with their implication that there would be more of this in her future.  It was her hope to endure this once, and then have the young lord move on to more willing and experienced partners. He seemed to feel otherwise. The longer this continued the more dangerous it became for her.  He was distracted now but eventually prolonged closeness would make her true nature to obvious to conceal.<br/><br/>She stiffened as J.F placed his hand against the back of her head.  His touch was light and his fingers gentle in her soft curls.  She was grateful for his delicacy but recognized it as for what it was - a signal of control – a sign that he had it not she.  Charlie forced herself to relax, like riding a horse it would only be more difficult and more painful if she tensed up. Relax and it will go easier, even if you take a fall she reminded herself.<br/><br/>But still, the degradation was difficult to bear.<br/><br/>She felt him grow firmer in her mouth, startled and afraid, only the gentle pressure of his hand on her head kept her from jerking away.  Her eyes screwed shut and she tried to ignore the growing ache in her jaw, she concentrated instead on how to please him quickly and end this humiliation.  She heard him cry out before the sharp thrust of his hips drove his prick far into her mouth.  Small gagging sounds slipped past her drooling lips and she felt like he was being forced down her throat.  The pressure of his hand kept her from instinctively pulling away just long enough for him to pull back and give her a slight reprieve.  Then he bucked again, filling her mouth and throat with his cock. Unsteadied by the assault on her mouth, she balanced herself with a hand on his bare hip.  His thrusts quickened and she thought it would be over soon.   His prick slid firmly over her tongue while encircled by her wet lips,  and she looked up to him with curiously patient eyes to hear him ask, "Are you going to swallow or would you prefer for me to ejaculate on your face?"<br/><br/>She didn’t fully understand the question and before she could consider a reply J.F’s question was answered by a teasing response, “The face can be fun to watch but somewhat messy, I’d swallow if I were you boy.”<br/><br/>Charlie murmured something incomprehensible around the warm flesh in her mouth. Her eyes darted towards the sound of the aristocratic voice but she could barely make out the gentleman’s form in her peripheral vision.  She mouth full, she dared not turn her head, she could only endure the humiliation of being caught by the stranger who had entered the stable. Instinctively, her fingers tightened a slight grip on the young lordship’s hip while her eyes looked up at him, pleading for direction.  With the color draining from her face, for the first time in Charlie’s life she actually felt faint.