<div align="center"><em>Lord Ambrose making a proposal to Josie</em></div><br/><strong>"I want to see just how far we can.. push this little desire of yours... onto its breaking point. I would wish to hear just what you would fantasize about... what you would want to do right this instant... sparing no detail. And then I shall do the same. Pawing ever so often at each other. The one who 'loses' is the one who jumps the other mid sentence."</strong>Morgan smiled as he set the terms of the game and it would hopefully prove to be quite exciting.. as for winning or losing.. truly they both would win out in this situation. But it was more fun to dance around socially, knowing how badly they both physically yearned for each other. He enjoyed how the mind would cave in during carnal desires and turn even the most kind gentleman or lady into lust crazed animals.<br/><br/><strong>"Do you accept those terms my dear? If you do, start us off."</strong>He asked her as his other hand runs away from her thighs and gently grabs hold of her supple breast. Giving a firm squeeze every few seconds he simply fondled it through her dress the tips of his fingers running over the hem threatening to pull it down and expose her. His left hand cradled her chin having her gaze straight into his eyes watching her lewdly suckle upon his thumb, seeing how her tongue peeked out and rolled along the tip. Almost as if she was imagining another part of him that often sought out those precious ruby lips. He pressed his thumb to her mouth inviting her to go further but he knew she would have to speak up so he pulled away with his hand and lets it slide down to her neck gently holding her by it in a possessive manner but had no grip upon her whatsoever. His fingers felt for her vein and the thumb rubbed slowly along the nape of her elegant swan like neck.