Dismissed with a curt hand gesture, Miss Frothinglips waited until he left, to lower her clothing. I pouted when the red and puffy gapes were lost to my sight. “A lady, Ruby, never allows males the upper hand. He exists solely for servicing and once drained, will be fairly docile for a nonce. Never acknowledge he has pleased you. True pleasure is to be found among the discerning and discriminating females of your class.” Puzzlement must have shown for she continued. “Do not fret. We women know instinctively that we require both stern discipline and regular discharges of feminine humors.”
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