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 Summerisle By Gypsie Sweetnickers Chapter 11 - Mteen, First, Tara was
having the time of her life luxuriating in the warm water.  She reveled in
how the water flowed around her naked body.  She felt so free!  She did not
hear the footsteps coming down the staircase, the sound of a robe and towel
being discarded on a bench or the soft footsteps nearing the pool.

   "Good morning, Miss Sweetman," Lord Summerisle called out cheerfully.

   Tara gave a little cry of surprise and waded to the side of the pool red
faced and flustered.  She looked up at Iolanthe's father.

   Lord Summerisle was completely naked.  His body was lean and muscular.
He had a lot of hair on his legs and body, including a golden bush around a
large and heavy looking cock.  Lord Summerisle's stomach and chest showed
evidence of his active lifestyle.  Tara knew her mouth was open at the
sight.

   He smiled at the young girl, "When one says 'Good Morning' it is only
polite to reply, Tara."

   "S-sorry," Tara stammered.  Her joyful feelings of freedom gave way to
familiar feelings of shame and embarrassment.  "G-good morning your
L-lordship."

   "Are you enjoying yourself?"

   "N-no, I mean yes, I mean n..  god, I'm so sorry!"

   Lord Summerisle smiled and gestured as if to ward off Tara's apology. 
"Nonsense," he said.  "Come on out you get." He held his hand out to Tara.

   Tara climbed from the pool and stood with her hands hiding her cunt and
nipples.  "You'll not hide your body from me Tara!" Lord Summerisle said in
a conversational manner.  Nevertheless Tara obeyed it as the command it
was. She dropped her arms to her side.

   Lord Summerisle stepped closer.  Tara could feel the warmth radiating
from his body.  Tara hadn't been this close to Iolanthe's father before,
she realized her head only came to just below his chest.  She was surprised
at just how tall he was.

   The man reached down and stroked Tara's damp hair.  Tara let her head
drop so her gaze was upon Lord Summerisle's prick.  She was transfixed. 
Lord Summerisle cupped Tara's chin in his hand and gently brought her face
up so that she was staring into his eyes.  He held her gaze for a moment
before he said, "You're a beautiful girl Tara.  Come have a seat."