Mabel's bare feet on the carpet made no sound, but even so Vanessa, hidden in the darkness, smiled and heard her movements, heard the feint swish of her robe and her suddenly decisive opening of another door. There would be moans now-creakings of the bed-but no one else would hear. After the first explosions of that manly cock, Mabel would soon surrender to a second bout, though petulant she might pretend to be.
Moving soundlessly back herself into her own room and casting off the single black robe she had quickly donned, Vanessa took a fine long feather from her bedside table. The tip was tickly, and it had to be. Margaret must be made to writhe.
Making her exit again and taking care not to make a noise by closing her own door, which she left ajar, Vanessa noted with satisfaction that Hugh's was also as she had left it. The oiled hinges uttered no squeak as she peeped in and saw him sitting naked on his bed, his young cock fiercely up in flagpole style and a sheepish but expectant look upon his face.
'In fifteen minutes, Hugh-you understand?' Vanessa whispered.
Awed, Hugh gazed at her superb nudity and nodded. The waiting clock on his mantelpiece sent little arrows of sound into the room. If it were true what Miss Markham had told him… but then it must be, because she was undressed as well and he could see half of the fine bush of her Venus
mound, the rest of it tauntingly concealed by the edge of the door. She was holding a long feather in her hand. He wondered why and what it was for.
'Ten', Vanessa repeated and then drew his door to, but did not close it.
The waiting silence from behind Margaret's far door pleased her. It would not last for long, though.
After all, Margaret was going to get such a nice surprise…