His hands gripped her, strong bony fingers clutching and cupping and kneading her breasts as his length moved within her smoothly.  His hips bucked faster and hard as he panted, his sleep tossed hair in disarray as he shook his head from side to side and grunted his pleasure.<br/><br/>The sound of the door opening was soft, and the young maid who entered with a cart glanced over with only a hint of interest and a flicker of relief that the baron's attention seemed fully taken with the girl beneath him.  Without a word, she set his breakfast upon the side table and then knelt to set a bowl of oatmeal and another of water at the foot of his chair.