"Fabian, um..." Helen found herself in an awkward position. This was the couple's wedding night in their marital home, so what in the world was she doing there?
"Fabian, it's great that you're back! If you'll excuse me, I should probably get going. I'll leave my sister to you!" Not waiting for Fabian's reply, Helen took off.
"Phew, thank god for my quick thinking." Helen patted her chest and rejoiced once she exited the house. At first, she wanted to eavesdrop. She really did. She thought it would be fun to know what Hannah's drunk personality would end up doing.
But then it occurred to her that Hannah and Fabian might have plans for intimacy that night. That would never do, so she shook her head and left in
a hurry.
"Fabian, come on! It's your turn to serve me! I want to change my clothes and get ready for bed!” Hannah shambled towards Fabian and placed a hand on his shoulder. She tilted her head at him and said in a commanding tone, like an emperor ordering his eunuch.
Hannah felt as though her body was drifting. Everything seemed to be happening in a dream. She and her sister had been calling for Fabian to serve them, and somehow Fabian actually turned up.
Thank you, God, for granting me such a wonderful dream. I promise I'll pay you my due respect when I wake up.
Hannah gently lifted Fabian's chin with her dainty hand and turned his head both ways, while her other hand moved to pinch his cheeks again and
again.
"Wow, it's almost like the real deal. Interesting, very interesting indeed!" Hannah pursed her lips, deep in thought, and then, in her drunken state, peered drowsily at Fabian.
Having had his cheeks fondled by Hannah like that, Fabian grimaced even more.
What do you mean 'like the real deal'? This is the real deal!
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