The book lay open on her pillow beside her. Indian sex It did not take her long to find a likely candidate: Pride and Prejudice, by Miss Jane Austen. After Pride and Prejudice it was difficult to muster enthusiasm for Betsy Thoughtless. “Good night then.” She gave a small curtsey before turning to leave, managing to supress her smile of elation until her face was hidden from The Beast. As she turned the pages, she did not even realise how thoroughly she was losing herself in the world of manners, intrigue and romance the book presented. It would not do to keep The Beast waiting for their lesson, even if her morning’s activity suggested it had become redundant. It felt like no time at all had passed before the chiming of the clock let her know it was time for dinner. “Suddenly the mystery of your tiredness is solved,” he observed dryly. The Beast was sat as close to her as he ever got these days. She was nonetheless careful to use her best manners on all occasions, and took to finishing her cleaning a little earlier so that she could change into a gown before The Beast returned from his gardening.
