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Lord Tobias Hurst, Duke of Devon ([info]lord_hurst) wrote in [info]toujoursliberer,
@ 2008-08-08 21:41:00

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Lord Hurst: A Ball In His Honour
Item: An invitation sent out by Lord Hurst to many of those in the upper portion of society
Who: Lord Hurst on behalf of Sergius Petrov
Warnings: TBA
Open to: All of the nobility, friends of the Hurst family, those being blackmailed by Sergius, plus Constance, Slater, and Harry.




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[info]dela_mort
2008-08-14 10:12 am UTC (link)
"I want to be your mistress" Beth whispered, lifting her petticoats as she spoke, enticing him to go further, to have her fully if he wished.

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[info]lord_hurst
2008-08-17 02:40 am UTC (link)
"That can be arranged." Lord Hurst murmured, fingers stroking up her thigh and over her exposed flesh, parting and pressing inside. He waiting a moment, enough for her to have registered a complaint, before beginning to move his fingers, thrusting them both a little deeper.

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