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T'ANG JUNZI
John Dark
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Pear Blossom dashed through the dusk and into the bathhouse carrying a
load of wood with three towels on top. She hung up the two fine towels and
put the sticks near the stove. Then she doffed her clothes before turning
toward the bath.
"Master Wang," she gasped. She tried to cover herself with the
slight, threadbare, cloth in her hand. Finally she covered her groin with
the cloth and her tiny breasts with an arm. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know
that you were here."
"And you were trying to sneak a bath before your betters." Wang,
concerned about maintaining order in his household, tried to sound angrier
than he was.
"Mistress Lee told me to drain the water and refill the tub. I was
going to bathe in the old water. Please, sir."
"And those towels?"
"I was told to bring them. I have this for myself." By holding out
the rag in her hand, she uncovered her groin. The few wisps of hair
covering her mound distracted him from examining the cloth.
"You don't propose to use that rag on your master do you?" he asked.
"No, Master Wang."
"Then fetch the other towels and dry me off." Pear Blossom dried his
face and his neck and shoulders. As she approached his waist, part of him
rose to meet her. Fearful, she dropped to her knees and started rubbing
from the ankles. This only brought her face close to his maleness.
Finally, she patted the scepter and purse.
In response to that sight and feel, the tips of her breasts reddened
and swelled until they felt larger than the thrush-egg size of the breasts
themselves. She shivered, but the one square inch felt as though it were
sweating heavily.
Wang was undismayed by his own reaction. Using this particular
possession right now would be neither politic nor urbane, but his desire
was acceptable. Her reaction was more intriguing. He stroked the swelling
breast. "You knew that I was in here all the time, didn't you?"
"No, Master. Aiee!" She shouted at the hard pinch on her nipple.
"Yes, Master. I was curious."
"You wanted to be seen as well as to see. I've never had you. Has
another?"
"No, Master Wang, no-one!"
"I'll see about that. Let me check that your door is still locked."
She spread her legs for his searching hand. "It's still locked but someone
has been oiling the hinges. I have an appointment with Mistress Lee
tonight. I'll ask her to have you sent to my bedroom in two days." Pear
Blossom gasped at this statement.
"Don't worry. You'll have a nice gift the next morning," he said in
parting.
"But not," Pear Blossom thought to herself, "as nice a gift as Madame
Lee promised me for delaying her husband so she could sneak her lover
away."
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T'ANG JUNZI
John Dark
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