The excitement was growing in Ancel as he watched her undress, he doing the same as he kept his eyes on her.  Undoing the buckle at his waist, his velvet doublet was easily removed and as she let her dress fall, he pulled the arming gown over his head and tossed that to the floor as well.  Left standing in his hose, he was fully erect as he moved towards her, with her back to him.  His hand grabbed at the lace of the corset, pulling her into him.  He ground his hips against her rear, rubbing himself against her through hose and her satin slip.  His other hand grabbing her hair and turning hear head enough so that he could whisper into her ear, “A little difficult is it?”<br/><br/>Letting go of her hair, he grabbed her hip to bend her forward with that free hand, to rub himself more forcefully against her.  Casually he moved the hand to her lace.  As he untied it, he pulled both ends, tightening the corset a moment and then using both ends like reigns to yank her body backwards into his erection.  He had no intention of taking her like this with her corset on, however, and he started to undo the laces from the eyelets.  As he finished, he shoved her onto the bed so that he could pull down his hose, to the thigh belts that held them in place.  He watched her from his standing position, throbbing with the lust for her in that moment, part of his excitement laying in the hope that she might struggle, though not wholly counting on it either.  With a casual ease, he kneeled on the edge of the bed as he waited a moment on her, the leering smile dominating his facial features.