[Titanic] I can't help myself

James visited Acton Mansion on a rainy morning with all the humidity in his body. In addition to bringing a bouquet of flowers to please the ladies, he also brought the good news that his wife Carol was pregnant.

"It's great to give birth to a male heir for the first time, but we have a lifetime and I'm not in a hurry." He said with a happy smile, "Speaking of which, I like girls too. If it's like As pretty as Rose. When she grows up, it'll be fun to see a bunch of lads running around her trying to please her."

I saw him so happy because his wife was pregnant, I thought he was planning to cancel this event, but I didn't expect that he would take the initiative to bring it up when it was just the two of us.

"My God, are you sure you want to go?" I stared at him dumbfounded, "Your wife is pregnant, if there is something wrong with anger... It is said that Anne Boleyn ran into Henry VIII and Jane Seymour Flirting failed, and you want her to go the way of Anne Boleyn?"

"Carol is not such a stingy person. She knows everything about me, and I never hide everything from her." James said with a smile, "She knows why I came to Bath, otherwise I don't want to have her in a room with Mom and Emily."

I have nothing to say about this.

"How about the night after tomorrow? You have to think of an excuse to deal with your mother, we're going to stay out for the night, you might not have the strength to get up until the next afternoon." He said with a smirk, "Department. Men are always a little, haha, uncontrollable."

I blushed and kicked him.

When I woke up that morning, I became agitated and restless all the time. Fortunately, my mother took Rose out of the house in the morning, and Carl happened to be dealing with some factory work, so he was always busy in the study.No one noticed my anomaly.

I was nervously choosing the clothes to wear when I went out, just like going to a gay bar for the first time in my previous life.Reason tells me that I should relax, there is a place where you can get everything with money, and you don’t need to make special preparations to attract the attention of handsome guys, but emotionally, I still can’t help myself to tidy up thought.

George was the only person in the whole house who knew exactly what my itinerary was going to be.He didn't support my event tonight. When he heard the news, he was shocked and directly accused James of being "an irresponsible libertine who tried to drag his underage cousin to sink. drown. flesh. The abyss of depravity of desire".But after hearing my reasons, I thought about it all night, and finally silently accompanied me to choose clothes nervously in the room.

We set off at the end of tea time.And the excuse I gave my mother was that James was going to take me to the club to meet some family boys, and we were going to settle the problem of dinner there, and we planned to spend the night there.It is very common for gentlemen to spend time in the club, or even stay overnight. For most married men, this is a good place to escape from their families. Women are absolutely not allowed in the club, only like-minded men gather together Let's have fun together, and the wives can trust their husbands to spend the night there, as long as they don't gamble too much.

So my mother only hesitated for a moment, and then agreed to my request to stay overnight.

But she still complained a few words: "It's hard to imagine that James can know any decent people, but I can't let you be locked up at home like a girl and not go out to socialize. It's just that you should be more cautious when you faint, and don't be caught They have taken it badly, and have acquired some bad habits."

I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead in my heart: "Of course, Mom, I know what I should do."

Karl frowned slightly, looking at me thoughtfully.

"What's the matter, Carl?" I asked, trying to be calm.

He was silent for a while, and said, "It's nothing. Don't play too late, go to bed early."

"Thank you." I smiled guilty, and quickly fled into James' car.

We first drove the car to the gate of a club in London and stopped, and then called a taxi.Regarding this detour, James’ explanation is that although everyone knows these things well, no one will be stupid to leave a clue, such as parking their private car at the door of the brothel, or .Male. Brothel.

This place of pleasure is different from the kind of feasting and feasting I imagined. Its appearance looks solemn and solemn, and its simple and sharp lines are as silent as a dormant monster in the night.If I don't mention its purpose, I would think it is someone's abandoned villa, or an old building built a long time ago in the school.

James led me around to the back of the house, knocked on the back door, and showed two invitations to the attendant at the door.The attendant checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was correct, he bowed deeply and welcomed us in.

Passing through a dimly lit corridor, the attendant who led the way opened a heavy solid wooden door. Inside, some dazzling bright lights, as well as loud laughter and screams came out immediately.When we walked through the gate, the servant quietly closed the door again.There was a slight click of the door, and it seemed that in an instant, I had fallen from one world to another, a world I had never imagined.

I hired prostitutes in my previous life, but they were always on the phone, and the person would come at a certain time, and then take the money and leave. I have never been to such a place.In the resplendently decorated hall, most of the people sitting or lying on the scarlet sofa were boys who looked to be around 20 years old, and a few people who looked like guests were hugging a few of them on the sofa. together.These boys wore decent three-piece suits with flowers on their chests. When they saw us walking in, they immediately turned their heads to us neatly, and their burning eyes fell on us.This made me even more nervous, and I couldn't help but duck behind James to avoid these gazes.

"James, my lord." A middle-aged man in a bathrobe greeted him, his expression and manner looked a bit feminine, "I heard that you brought a new guest, is this your lord? ?”

"Yes." James dragged me out from his back, put his arms around my shoulders and imprisoned me, preventing me from escaping. "This is my brother Henry. I brought him to see the world. You must treat him well." he."

"Oh, my God." The middle-aged man's eyes widened, "mydearlordHenry, the arrival of a handsome man like you really makes this place flourish."

"You're too polite." I smiled stiffly.

"Come on, my little lord, sit here." The middle-aged man led us to a sofa, where the boys immediately stood up, and when we sat down, they crowded beside us, one of them was bold Sitting on James' lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, he leaned into his ear and said something, the two immediately laughed out loud, James pulled his head down, kissed passionately, One hand pinched his buttocks vigorously.The two began to flirt like this humming and chirping.

There was also a boy sitting next to me, he was leaning in my arms, looking at me affectionately, putting his hands on my thighs and rubbing them constantly.

He was good-looking, with a straight nose and beautiful blue eyes.But I can only feel extremely embarrassed about it.This boy was nearly a head taller than me, and his whole body was a circle wider than me, so that the little bird leaned against my arms, and I could hardly put my arms around his shoulders.And when the boy raised his head to kiss me, I avoided it almost subconsciously.Facing such a provocateur with such a gesture.

My man, I can't be impulsive at all.

The middle-aged man sat across from us, holding a cigarette in his hand, squinting his eyes and looking at me. Seeing the weird interaction between me and that boy, he couldn't help but chuckled softly.

"Sorry, it was my mistake." He took a breath of the cigarette, then let it out thinly, looked around at the boys in the room, and finally pointed to the one not far away, "Tony, come here, you come to serve this boy." grown ups."

The one in my arms reluctantly leaves the couch to make room for Tony.And this Tony is taller than him, when I thought in horror that he was going to lean into my arms, Tony stretched out his arms, wrapped around my shoulders, turned his head and gently bit my ear, He said in a low voice, "Mylord, my name is Tony, and it's an honor to serve you."

He bites very skillfully, with a slight tingle in the itch.I trembled, and he immediately put my whole ear in his mouth, and his tongue dexterously got into the ear canal.I took a deep breath, feeling that half of my body was numb, I reached out to push him away, but he grabbed my hand and put it on his lower body.I can also feel the pleasure and heat through my pants.

Tony played with my ears for a while, bit my earlobes and tore them slightly forcefully, then let them go, and gently licked and kissed my neck.The thin and dense kiss slowly moved from the base of the ear to the Adam's apple, and finally he caught it in his mouth and licked it hard.

"Ah..." I moaned in a low voice, his hand let go of mine, and I immediately supported his shoulder, trying to push him away.But Tony ignored my refusal. Instead, he stroked my lower abdomen with his free hand, and finally grabbed the center, kneading slowly.

"God..." I sighed angrily, the hand on his shoulder didn't know whether to push him away or hug him to continue.But the eyes of the crowd around me awakened my rationality in time, and I pushed his face, "Stop for a moment... oh, stop for a moment...stop!"

Tony bit my neck recklessly.Seeing that I was serious, the middle-aged man hurriedly warned: "Tony, control yourself!"

Tony straightened up immediately, but grabbed my hand and put it on his lips to kiss: "Sorry, my lord, forgive my rudeness, but you are really beautiful."

The author has something to say: This is the manuscript depositor. I typed it in the middle of the night yesterday. I went home today and my mother refused to type. .Secretly posted. . .