Who: Lord Darcy Henshaw<br/>Where: First Floor<br/>With: Lady Constance<br/>When: Day 1<br/>What: Greeting Guests<br/><hr/><br/>Most of his actions so far were either subtle to the new attendees or blatant to the experienced.  The Lady addressed The Lord.  His gave her a coy smile to her.  The woman moved in front of him.  His tongue ran across his lower lip as caressed his bulge.<strong>"She does look tasty"</strong>He moaned softly at his wife work.<strong>"Don't you my love or Sir Earlson?"</strong>Lord Darcy's hand came up to her exposed cleavage.  His thumb dipping down in between her bosom.<strong>"Not counting our Belle and Miku, and possibly Willow"</strong>Willow wasn't being proper and not being blood related, she may need an attitude adjustment.<strong>"All of them love...even if it drains every once out of me."</strong>His fingers flexed, groping at her now.  This naughty vixen was gearing him up for the up coming events.<br/><br/><strong>"And what of you my love, you have tasty treats, not to mention your Scottish Fuck toy...."</strong>His nostrils flared as he spoke.<strong>"Don't I always my dear?"</strong>His other hand came up to her bosom.  Lord Darcy brought his face down to Lady Constance's bosom.  He rubbed his face against her exposed skin.  His tongue licked the crevice between her breasts.<strong>"How I do love you and this weekend."</strong>He glanced up and said before returning to enjoy her flesh.