1. The Slithering: The Cloak and the Dagger


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

    plantation. He only hoped that he wasn't too late... *********** Oliver looked around the dimly lit drawing room he was currently standing in, holding the box/case containing the ceremonial snake dagger underneath his right arm. He continued to scratch his beard as he looked around. The drawing room was large and spacious, with a dark black themed design that was both attractive and mysterious. He saw an ornate, green velvet-patterned couch to which he helped himself to by sitting down, enjoying the soft feel of the fabric against his skin. Two matching black velvet chairs were situated around an ornate wooden table carved in an elongated oval shape. Oliver also identified a large decorated marble fireplace, which currently had been lit and was responsible for the dimly lit appearance of the room. The walls were adorned with various paintings inlaid into exquisite brass frames. Oliver could identify a smaller painting of the Comtesse, painted only a few years ago. Wearing a silk black and green gown, Angelique was posed sitting down, with a rather stern look on her face. On the opposite side of the wall, there stood a much larger painting, serving possibly as the main attraction - it was a painting of a richly dressed, sophisticated gentlemen, one of nobility, dressed in a dark navy blue overcoat. Underneath he had a dark red vest and his shoulders had dark red tassels on both sides. Complementing his look, the officer wore a pair of white breeches, and had on tall, leather, ...
    dark black boots which were measured up to the level of his knees. He had a slight smile on his face as he appeared to be posing proudly, with his left hand at his side in a relaxing manner, while the other had grasped his overcoat, tugging it in the middle. Oliver stood up from the couch, walking over to view the paintings more closely. As he continued to stare at them, he heard a pleasant sounding angelic voice behind him, &#034I see you are staring at that painting of my late husband, Monsieur.&#034 Oliver, startled by the voice behind him, turned around and came face to face with the Comtesse herself. Oliver could not believe his eyes - Angelique was lavishly attired in a beautiful silk crimson red nightgown with black lace ruffles around the neckline. The front of her nightgown was quite pleasing to the eye, as her bountiful chest swayed lightly underneath the sheer fabric of her black silk chemise. Inside the dimly lit room, Oliver could see a hint of Angelique's matching crimson red panties, with the same black ruffles as seen on her nightgown top. Her raven-black hair was stylishly let down in a graceful set of side-swept curls and contrasted very well with her smooth creamy lovely face; each strand collected gracefully against her svelte shoulders. Oliver's heart melted as he saw Angelique's dark, almost bl**d-red coated lips purse into a polite smile. Angelique was holding a small circular tin tray containing two double-knopped wine glasses and a bottle of red wine; ...
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