<strong>Roger</strong><br/><br/>I sniggered to myself at Miriam's perverted seating arrangements, feeling part supervillain, part supervillain's pet. I suppose Miriam must have felt the same as she snuggled on my lap, into my gently kneading and groping hands.<strong>"Did I mention what a kinky bitch you were when you had those moulds taken of us, Headmistress?"</strong>I whispered with a chuckle, lips and tongue purposefully flickering against her ear.<strong>"You know me, Miriam. I'll go down to the ballroom after dinner to play some piano, maybe with someone serving me on her knees. Other than that, it'll be an early night. Tomorrow should be pretty intense."</strong><br/><br/>I growled softly and mischievously, gently rolling, pinching and tugging at her nipples between my fingers as I spoke, then planted my lips at the base of her neck, between her wet blonde locks. Raising an eyebrow and poking my tongue out at her, I dipped my hand lower and found something tender to rub slowly and teasingly with a knuckle, lifting Miriam's thigh over my lap as I felt a very healthy erection rise, and assert itself against her arse.<br/><br/><strong>"Luckily, dinner's not just yet,"</strong>I purred, gently lifting Miriam's chin to kiss her lightly and provocatively as I wiggled my hardness against her angelic bum, pushing a finger home into her wetness with the doorbell to her entrance gripped between my knuckles. I'm not a man who wastes what snuggles into my lap.