At eleven-thirty, Heather was escorted into Northleigh Hall to an upstairs chamber. It was lit by only three candles. And Cameron was reclined on the bed, in only a dressing gown, awaiting her arrival.
Heather smiled at him as he rose from the bed, and slowly removed her gloves. "I am here as you requested, sir. You may do whatever you please."
Cameron slowly undid the buttons on the back of her gown and slipped it off her shoulders, down to her waist, until it pooled on the floor.
Next went Heather's numerous petticoats and chemise. Finally, Cameron unlaced Heather's corset and removed it. She stood naked in the candlelight and she heard Cameron take a deep breath.
"You are beautiful, Heather. Everything I imagined . . . "
His word trailed off as Heather stripped him of his dressing gown. She smiled to herself as she traced her fingers over his huge, throbbing cock.