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you as a dear companion. It is not easy for a man to raise two young ladies. Your wisdom and assistance would be invaluable. It would be a temporary arrangement, and?’
    â€˜And my husband?’ Madame Coubette interrupted.
    â€˜Naturally, you would be providing me with a service,’ the count replied. ‘A valuable service, and I would be willing to make it well worth its while for both you and your husband.’
    Madame Coubette gazed at him in angry silence.
    â€˜It is something I would like you to consider,’ the count added. ‘It is no longer safe for the girls or me to remain in the country and I’d like very much for you to come with us.’ He sensed Madame Coubette’s hostility and turned to the girls. ‘I believe you were going to your rooms?’ he said.
    Obediently Elise and Genevieve nodded, took leave of Madame Coubette, and headed upstairs.
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    The count and Madame Coubette remained silent as the girls left.
    â€˜So, you’ve decided it’s time to leave,’ Madame Coubette said when the girls were out of earshot, her eyes glinting with contempt.
    â€˜I have little choice. But I want you to come with us.’
    â€˜As you know I am far from being an aristocrat, or any kind of lady for that matter, and I am in absolutely no kind of peril. I have a hardworking husband, plenty of friends, plenty of leisure time... a very good life. Why on earth should I want to throw all that up to go away with you? Would you marry me? Would you make me Countess de Tranville?’
    â€˜You know that’s not possible, and you know you don’t feel anything for that miserable old cockroach that calls himself your husband. The whole thing can be arranged, I’m sure.’
    â€˜And I’ll just follow you to wherever your cowardice leads?’ Madame Coubette mocked. ‘Abandon my home, country, husband and position, for you? Or just until you feel it’s time to find another, younger pussy to play with, perhaps? ‘
    As the two girls turned the corner at the top of the stairs Genevieve followed Elise’s hushed instructions. She fell softly to her hands and knees, as did her companion.
    Elise placed her arm around Genevieve’s shoulder, signalled to her to be silent with a slender finger touched to her lips, and together they peered through the banisters, looking down through the open door of the drawing room at the developing row between the count and his voluptuous guest.
    â€˜Don’t start this again,’ the count growled wearily.
    â€˜Tell me, sir, is my pussy the only one that pleases you?’ the woman goaded. ‘But what might the pussy be like in Portugal?’
    The count guffawed. ‘Must you always be driven by your jealousies?’
    She smiled at him and moved a gloved hand to the front of his breeches. Deftly, and without taking her eyes from his, she located his member. ‘And look at this. I only have to mention the pussy in that country and the horse is ready to bolt from its stable!’ In a deft move she unfastened his breeches, glanced at him, and then lowered to her knees before him. His breeches slid down to his ankles and exposed pale legs. His erect penis curved upward, pointing directly at Madame Coubette’s face. She took it between both palms and stretched back the skin so that the purplish head rose and inflated a few centimetres before her lips. ‘My dear sir,’ she purred, before engulfing it in her mouth.
    Genevieve’s heart began beating quicker. The count’s manhood, exposed thus, bewildered her. It seemed fearsome, even from a distance. Its shadowy veins glistened wetly as it emerged and disappeared inside the woman’s avaricious maw. Genevieve glanced uncertainly at Elise, and found her friend smiling back at her.
    â€˜An essential skill for lovers,’ Elise whispered, and placed her hand on Genevieve’s thigh.
    Allowing the count’s wet cock to