Esther remains with Annalise

Slowly, Esther sinks back onto the settee. "Very well," she says hesitantly. "I'll stay. But I get no pleasure from it."

Annalise smiles as she wraps an arm around Esther's shoulders. "As long as you stay, that's all I'm asking." She leans close to Esther. {if BellingtonParty-Esther-Caught = True}"Though I must say, from what Percy told me I'm not wholly convinced that you get no pleasure from this kind of sight," she whispers in Esther's ear.

Esther gasps and blushes. "Annalise, I - I am so sorry, I -"

"Shhhh," Annlise whispers, putting a finger to Esther's lips. "It's not a problem." She smiles warmly. {endif}"So, tell me - why are none of your sisters married? I thought Anne, at least, would have found a man by now."

Esther glances over at Percy, who's continuing to pump his cock in and out of Dorothy's mouth. "Well, Anne is...slow to make her affections known. And not as lively as some girls. So it is possible that she is...passed over at social events in a way that she should not be."

"Really? I'm surprised," Annalise says thoughtfully. "Anne isn't the bustiest girl in the county, but I've always thought her rather pretty and a perfectly enticing morsel. Quite fuckable, to be blunt. But then, I think all you Foxhavens are rather lucky in that department..." She smirks as she sees Esther blush scarlet.

"Right enough," Percy comments from the center of the room. "Come on, Dorothy, give my balls some attention. Actually, wait. Clasp your hands in front of you." The girl does so and he giggles. "Well now, that's charming. A rather literal rendition of worshiping my cock. Proceed!" His hardened member bounces off the poor girl's nose and forehead as she begins to suckle on his stones. Percy tilts his head back and lets out a groan.

"Does this really not bother you, Lise?" Esther hisses. Annalise smirks.

"You need to get into the world a little, Esther, beyond this closed-off little island. All over the world men use women to give themselves pleasure; the only thing that changes is the legal framework they build around it." Annalise shrugs with a little smile. "As a woman, your main goal has got to be to understand this system...so you can use it to avoid being taken advantage of yourself. Better to accept that this is happening than to turn a blind eye and then be blind-sided, I'd say." She looks at Esther curiously. "And besides, it's not as though your family is so far removed from this kind of behavior - don't you keep a bond girl? Are you telling me you and your family don't use her for pleasure?"

"I don't," Esther snaps.

"Hmmmm. Maybe you should," Annalise says with a grin. Esther's eyes widen. "Oh, don't give me that look, I'm merely teasing. But you know...there's nothing wrong with a little pleasure. Look at Percy there." They both look over to where Percy is blissfully holding Dorothy's head in both hands as she laps at his scrotum and taint. Seeing them look, he gives a lazy wave and pulls the bond girl back, pushing his cock back into her mouth. Gripping her head hard, he pushes deeper and deeper, clearly testing the limits of Dorothy's throat. The bond girl begins to choke and sputter as Percy pushes himself deep and holds her in place for a few seconds before releasing her. As she sobs for breath, he pushes himself back in, grinning as spittle and drool coat her chin, mingling with tears from her wide, dark eyes.

"I can't believe you keep company with this brute," Esther mutters. Despite herself, though, she feels something stirring inside her - something seated deep in her body, between her navel and her loins. She's suddenly very aware of the smell of Annalise's perfume...

"He's not a brute," Annalise murmurs back, "He just knows what he wants. He's not afraid to take his pleasure from the world while he's in it. More of us, I think, should do that. And personally, I don't find it so unpleasant to watch...do you?" Her hand, which has been resting on Esther's shoulder, begins to trace its way down the neckline of Esther's gown, gently trailing over the Foxhaven girl's skin. {if BellingtonParty-Esther-Caught = True}"You seemed to enjoy it well enough when it was me on my knees with that cock in my mouth - well enough to stay, anyway, and watch me get fucked. No no, don't say anything! I'm not mad. I just want you to accept yourself." {endif}Esther stiffens and her breath hitches as Annalise strokes gently past her collarbone and down over her décolletage.

"Annalise - what are you -" she whispers, trying to turn to the other girl.

"Giving you a lesson in pleasure," Annalise murmurs back, green eyes dancing. Esther's breathing speeds up, and she feels her cheeks flush, as Annalise's hand dips below the neckline of the gown and her fingertips start to trace patterns over the flesh of Esther's breast before finally settling, gently but firmly, on her hardening nipple. "You like this.{if BellingtonParty-Esther-Caught = True} And you liked watching me.{endif} Do you know why?"

Esther mutely shakes her head, then gasps as Annalise squeezes her nipple, sending a spike of pleasure deep into the root of Esther's body. "Because you're alive. You're a woman, you have a body. You have needs. You can't ignore them." Annalise leans forward and kisses Esther on the mouth, sending a jolt of electricity through the Foxhaven girl. Esther moans. She feels like putty in Annalise's hands. Almost of their own accord, her own hands reach up to cup the other girl's face as she kisses her back, tongue questing into Annalise's warm, wet mouth. Annalise's hands roam over Esther's body, sending tingles of electricity through her each time they make contact. As one hand returns to Esther’s breast, the other drops still lower, between her legs, and Esther moans into Annalise’s mouth as the redhead pushes gently at what she feels there, through her skirt.

"Heh heh. I knew that the Foxhaven girl couldn't be as much of a prude as I thought," Percy comments from center of the room. "Ungh! Almost at the bottom now...take it deeper, Dorothy." The bond girl is gagging harder than ever, tears streaming down her face as Percy fucks her mouth, but Esther is hardly paying attention. She's too distracted by Annalise's touch, by the feel of her soft lips, and by the electrifying pleasure pulsing up from her clitoris in hot waves as Annalise begins to massage her lower lips and clit...

"My word!" exclaims a dry, almost whispery voice from the doorway. Esther jumps and jerks away from Annalise. Tall, thin Mr. Wagaton is standing in the doorway, looking on the scene before him with an expression somewhere between horror and bemusement. Percy glances back at him and chuckles.

"Ah, Wagaton, wasn't it? My apologies for making a bit of a scene back here. If you were looking for the maid, I'm nearly done with her...though she might need a break before she can service you..." Percy continues to pump ferociously in and out of Dorothy's mouth, and Esther can see that his breath is coming faster and faster.

"This is - this is all most irregular," Mr. Wagaton says, sounding slightly dazed. "And Miss...Miss Bellington! Miss Foxhaven! To witness such a thing!" He shakes his head.

"Mr. Wagaton, I - I can explain," Esther stammers.

"What's to explain?" Percy groans. "The slut is a bond girl, we're putting her to work. Nothing shocking to anyone...who's ever gotten his dick into something...younger than his wife! Ahhhhh!" Percy closes his eyes and grips Dorothy's head hard. White liquid spurts from her mouth, its source soon clear: Percy withdraws his member, which is still writhing, and grips it in hand, pointing it at Dorothy's face. His sticky white seed shoots forth and covers the dark-haired girl's face and hair in thick ropes of spunk.

Somewhere, in all this, Mr. Wagaton has turned on his heel and left the room.

"Ahhhhh," Percy sighs luxuriously. Even deflated his cock is surprisingly long, albeit not as girthy as before. Dorothy has dropped down to support herself one her hands and knees, shuddering and trying to catch her breath, tears mixing with the spunk covering her face. Percy wipes his flaccid member on a clean patch of her hair and turns toward Esther and Annalise, grinning. "Enjoy the show, ladies?"

"Oh bravo," Annalise says mockingly. "Indeed. No one has ever treated a bond girl like that before, surely. You're unprecedented."

Percy laughs. "I'll get you later for that, Lise." She arches an eyebrow saucily at him as he tucks himself away and begins to button his pants again. "Well. I think Dorothy here is pretty much used up, and I feel much better. Shall we return to the reception?"

"Indeed." Annalise stands, which jolts Esther out of her daze.

"Oh, god! We must find Mr. Wagaton. We must - we must make him see that what has happened here - !" Esther gasps, standing in a panic.

"Not much point to that," Annalise says with a sigh. "He's already left, no doubt to tell that shrew of a wife what he saw. Just pay no attention to any gossip. It'll pass in a few days, Es." She smiles at Esther and the other girl shudders as Annalise puts an arm around her. "And besides," Annalise whispers, "I don't think he noticed what we were doing, as distracting as Percy was."

"I - if you say so, Lise," Esther whispers, looking troubled.

"I do. Come, take my arm and just act normal. There's no reason to let an old fogey like Wagaton spoil a good time, eh?" Annalise offers Esther her arm and the Foxhaven girl hesitantly takes it. They head out of the room, and back toward the reception.

Alone, Percy turns to Dorothy, who's now standing, eyes lowered. "Good job, slut. What do you say?"

"Th-thank you for letting me serve you...sir," Dorothy says hoarsely.

"Good slut." Percy fishes in his pocket for a handkerchief and passes it to Dorothy. "You can go clean your face now. But be sure you set aside some time after dinner this week for me - I thought you woefully unprepared for that, so I intend to come back and make sure you're ready to serve the parish. I'll sample your tits on Monday, cunt on Wednesday, ass on Friday. Make yourself ready however you can."

"Yes, sir," Dorothy whispers.

Percy grins. "Well done. See you later, church slut." He reaches around to give her ass a firm smack, then returns to the reception, whistling.

In the parlor, Rebecca finds herself alone for a few minutes. Things seem to be winding down, here - a few families have departed already. So far, she's found it a very boring, and rather uneventful, afternoon.

Then she smiles. Mr. Twilwell and that friend of his - Mr. Vickery - are still standing in one corner, talking animatedly. What's better is that none of the young women at the party are hanging around them, for once. She wends her way slowly across the room toward them.

"I continue to think that you're both mad and unlikely to find a warm reception for your ideas, Vickery!" Twilwell is exclaiming as she approaches. He seems to be talking a bit more loudly than usual - has he been drinking? Not too much, if so. When he sees Rebecca, he smiles{if Twilwell-Rebecca > 0} warmly{endif}. "Ah, Miss Foxhaven! Do join us. We were just having a philosophical debate."

"Mr. Twilwell. Mr. Vickery," Rebecca says politely, giving each of them a nod. She tilts her head as she takes in Mr. Vickery. "I did not know you were a member of our parish, sir."

"I of course am not. I merely wished to accompany my good friend here, and ensure that he was well," Vickery comments curtly.

"Yes yes, but don't get away from our argument, Vickery!" Twilwell exclaims. Clearly he's become a bit hyper-focused.

Rebecca chuckles. "What was the nature of this dispute, sir?"

"It was upon the nature and virtues of women!" Mr. Twilwell exclaims. "So you offer perhaps an entirely new perspective. I was stating my opinion that a woman's virtues depend on the man who is interested in her - that different men are never going to agree on what qualities it is most important for a woman to have, as their desires will vary. Whereas Mr. Vickery here believes there is a universal prime virtue for a woman!"

Rebecca raises an eyebrow. "Indeed, sir? And you've discovered what that is?" she asks Vickery, a bit tartly.

"I cannot claim any special knowledge of women, Miss Foxhaven," Mr. Vickery replies dryly. "My observation was based entirely on anecdote, acquaintance, and the writings of wiser philosophers and religious thinkers."

"And what is this prime virtue, Mr. Vickery?" Rebecca asks.

"Obedience," he says simply, gazing levelly into her eyes. "Or, if you prefer, submission." Rebecca' breath hitches for a second as she meets his dark, firm gaze.

"Well, there you go!" Twilwell exclaims with a laugh. "What do you think, Miss Foxhaven? Is obedience the most important virtue for a woman to possess?"