1. The Slithering: The Cloak and the Dagger


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    happen to be present this evening?&#034 Oliver eyed the young woman, who was rather perturbed at the audacity of Oliver's words; he was taken back by her beauty: a delicate golden blonde flower with soft green eyes, wearing a light-blue cotton gown with a delicate white petticoat underneath. She couldn't have been but a year or two apart from the equally youthful-looking comtesse herself, and also possessed quite a lovely, appealing figure underneath her well-tailored gown. Due to the darkness of the room, she was carrying a golden candelabra, its bright light providing both warmth and direction. &#034O-Oui Monsieur, the comtesse is in.&#034 the servant girl nodded, but then shook her head. &#034However, she is preparing for a guest that will be arriving shortly and asked not to be disturbed...&#034 Oliver did not back down. &#034Awww...well I really have to speak with her, I have something to give to her. Couldn't I just chat her for just a smidge, sweetheart?&#034 &#034I'm sorry Monsieur but...&#034 &#034It's alright Colette,&#034 chimed a melodious, breathy voice coming from inside. &#034I know this gentlemen. He may enter - bring him to the drawing room and I will see him.&#034 Colette turned her head and nodded, then looked to Oliver. &#034Oui Madame, understood. If you would follow me please Monsieur...&#034 Oliver smiled as he enthusiastically entered the mansion, walking closely behind the servant girl... *********** Thomas yawned as he rubbed his eyes. He hadn't ...
    slept for that long period of time in well, ever. He slowly stretched and pushed his body out of bed, although this was a reluctant decision, as Thomas had just spent the last few hours enjoying the most pleasant dream involving himself and the lovely Comtesse d'Beaufort . He had envisioned the two of them having a lovely picnic, relaxing in a quiet meadow, just shortly after they both had taken a beautiful afternoon stroll within the lush, peaceful trees. He was acting as the perfect gentleman, and she was thoroughly impressed with his sense of propriety, even if he was only relegated to the low socioeconomic status of a blacksmith's colored apprentice. Thomas suddenly heard the loud chiming of the clock on the wall: *CLANG!* *CLANG!* *CLANG!*...looking over, he gasped: it was ten o'clock in the evening, and he had overslept! Thomas quickly got out of bed, and ran over to the blacksmith shop to gather his coat and most importantly pick up the box containing his finished dagger. He shook his head in disbelief when he saw an empty space on the table where he placed the box/case. Thomas frantically began to search for it, looking everywhere, including the nearby bedroom, other tables, underneath the forge, etc. He began to be significantly perturbed, until he came to a realization: his master must have picked it up! Thomas was incensed - he did NOT want Oliver to take credit for his hard work. Grabbing his coat, Thomas raced out of the blacksmith shop, heading for the Beaufort ...
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