The Baron arched his back as he pumped into her, his weight atop her as light as his gaunt frame suggested as he gripped her breasts and pawed at them while his hips worked.  There was nothing said save the gasp and grunt of his exertion and at last the pleased moans as her insides were once again flooded with his spend.<br/><br/>The maid had finished her task and drew back toward the door to stand beside it with her cart, her gaze lowered for the most part and a faintly relieved look as she listened to the Baron's satisfied cry.<br/><br/>The baron leaned forward, leaning heavily against Felicity and smiling as he tossed his head to throw a lock of wayward hair away from his face.<br/><br/>"Good morning my little rabbit," he chuckled breathlessly, "I trust you slept well?"