Sloth

It doesn’t take long for Liz to discover that things are not quite as they seem in Michaud Manor. She’s left to discover the mysteries of the family on her own. A long walk through the garden leads her to Missy’s “dollhouse” where she’s nearly discovered as Missy and Patricia enjoy a luscious romp at the bottom of the stone steps. But things heat up further when Liz can’t sleep.
Extended description
Carlton is called away to London after his father's funeral, leaving Liz to fend for herself for the week.
It doesn’t take long for Liz to discover that things are not quite as they seem in Michaud Manor. She’s left to discover the mysteries of the family on her own. A long walk through the garden leads her to Missy’s “dollhouse” where she’s nearly discovered as Missy and Patricia enjoy a luscious romp at the bottom of the stone steps.
But things heat up further when Liz can’t sleep. She wanders into Michaud’s office and follows a secret door to the dungeon. As she’s snooping through the kinky details, she’s again interrupted. This time the intruder is the last person she’d expect to see at Carlton’s home.
After a shopping excursion with Missy leaves her feeling mysteriously sick she’s taken to the apartment in town. There she discovers that despite all of the warnings, she has indeed underestimated Kinsley Reynolds Michaud.


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Their frivolous giggles caught my attention; I’m not even sure why I didn’t want them to know I was there, but I adjusted my footing and remained silent. Missy and Patricia were already in a heated embrace by the time I’d noticed their appearance downstairs, I’d been lost in my own little world and now it was most assuredly too late to announce my presence. My voyeuristic curiosity took control, and this time I didn’t even bother resisting. I pressed my face to the crack in the floor and watched with intense interest as the two lovers began their dance.
The embrace alone was burning with passion, and the exchange of kisses seemed to magnify the underlying desire they had for each other. Missy rolled Patricia over onto her back as she cuddled next to her on a brightly colored quilt, tracing her fingertips across the pocket of the white button down shirt she was wearing. Her lips pressed against the side of Patricia’s neck, sending her off into a world of moans that jolted me straight past the hormonal hell of my period and into sensual empathy.
Missy moved her fingers up Patricia’s neck, gently lifting her jaw to accept her lips and tongue. I was mesmerized; frozen, if for just a moment, and I could almost taste her lipstick myself. My unintentional curiosity fueled my own desires, and I moved my hand inside my shirt once again.
Every movement I made, no matter how small, seemed to be so loud I was convinced I was going to wake the dead, or at a minimum give me away. Nevertheless, the two lovers beneath me were apparently so wrapped up in each other, my presence went unnoticed. I gently squeezed my breast, forcing my eyes shut for just a moment as my imagination placed me in Patricia’s position.