He nodded and listened to her.  His hand continued to roam, finding its way once more to her neck and then down to explore her collarbone.  "Then your body was unused before my son took his pleasures with you," he said as he reached over with his other hand to stroke her hair once more.  "And tell me my Felicity, is it only your mouth that can be of use?  Did my son make use of your cunny?  Your ass perhaps?  Reach forward and show me what you know of gentle touches as you answer my girl."<br/><br/>He shifted in his chair, parting his knees to make her task a bit easier.  His warm robe was only loosely belted, falling mostly open over the shirt and trousers of silk he wore beneath it.  And the unspoken but obvious object of his command was visible against that expensive fabric, woken only partially but enough to press against the thin silk.