Jill off and let Clarissa sleep

Clarissa's pussy lips parted with a "ppt-ssss," expelling air Lucy had fucked into her. "Divine," Clarissa murmured sleepily.

Lucy, still as angry as she was aroused, looked down at the drowsing Clarissa. But it had been a long day, a long, long day, and Lucy was in no mood for Clarissa to have a screaming fit at her. Lucy lay on her back at Clarissa's side, worked her fingers under the harness and frigged herself, thinking of Edmund. Edmund, her lover, no longer her master. And, strangest of all, her younger brother by Lord Jeremy out of Lady Catherine, whilst Lucy herself was got on Maggie Longbottom.

Lucy whispered the words she had said to Edmund in Henshawe, Hawke and Prune's water closet. "Kiss me, Edmund. Take me. I am your lover. You are my man." She frigged fast and hard over her pearl until the building wave of ardor broke. Her pelvis tensed, clenched, and heaved as she spent.

Lucy drifted into sleep on the cot in the chilly storeroom beside Clarissa's welcome warmth.