Chapter Two: Richards Further Lessons of Induction.
Breakfast was a mundane affair. His father wanted to discuss some investment opportunities. Richard was not at all attentive, the only opportunities Richard was interested in involved Sarah Tomlinson's charms. His father was of course aware of the situation. He was also aware Sarah was tending the fireplace behind him, and was bending down rather provocatively. Richards's dick was responding accordingly.
That day somewhat dragged and Richard excused himself shortly after dinner that evening to retire, on the pretence of a novel he wished to finish.
"Good night son." His father wished "Sleep well." Richard noticed a smirk on his father face.
"Good night father." Richard replied "I'm sure I shall."
Richard lay waiting in anticipation. Half an hour or so had passed, an extremely long half an hour at that. His cock was hard, painfully erect. He had been in a semi-aroused state for much of the day. The waiting was impossible to bear. Was she coming? Had he dreamt last evening? At last a knock on his door.
Sarah did not wait for his beckoning, she entered his bedroom coyly "Good evening Master Richard." She started much as the previous evening.
Richard was more eager tonight, and Sarah's lovely tits were quickly being fondled and kissed. He dragged her onto his bed, gaining better access to her breasts.
"My, my, Sire, don't be so eager," Sarah playfully scolded him.
She altered her position, granting him even better access to her charms. She threw her head back and shuddered. After a while, Richard knew he wanted to explore more of Sarah's body. He was unsure, what should be his next move. He was tempted to thrust his hand up her skirts and find what he desired most.