‘It’s a long journey back to Versailles, and Arno & I find ways to occupy our time in our private carriage. I slip my hands down his lap, pausing to clutch at the stiffening length between his thighs. With a gratified moan, he unlaces his breeches, and I slip his stiffened cock between my lips, working it with my hands and my mouth. To return the favor, he slips his hands up my skirts, finding that hot wet crevice between my legs, and I’m glad the roar of the carriage wheels drowns out my moans.’