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The only illumination in the room was from a small lamp suspended from the ceiling. “Don’t stir, so as not to wake me.” I did as she had commanded, but could not fall asleep for a long time. I saw the beautiful woman, beautiful as a goddess, lying on her back on the dark sleeping-furs; her arms beneath her neck, with a flood of red hair over them. I heard her magnificent breast rise in deep regular breathing, and whenever she moved ever so slightly. I woke up and listened to see whether she needed me. No task was required of me; I meant no more to her than a night-lamp, or a revolver which one places under one’s pillow. * * * * * Am I mad or is she? Does all this arise out of an inventive, wanton woman’s brain with the intention of surpassing my supersensual fantasies, or is this woman really one of those Neronian characters who take a diabolical pleasure in treading underfoot, like a worm, human beings, who have thoughts and feelings and a will like theirs?

When I knelt with the coffee-tray beside her bed, Wanda suddenly placed her hand on my shoulder and her eyes plunged deep into mine. “What beautiful eyes you have,” she said softly, “and especially now since you suffer. Are you very unhappy?” I bowed my head, and kept silent. “Severin, do you still love me,” she suddenly exclaimed passionately, “can you still love me?” She drew me close with such vehemence that the coffee-tray upset, the can and cups fell to the floor, and the coffee ran over the carpet. “Wanda—my Wanda,” I cried out and held her passionately against me; I covered her mouth, face, and breast with kisses.

“It is my unhappiness that I love you more and more madly the worse you treat me, the more frequently you betray me.

Oh, I shall die of pain and love and jealousy.” “But I haven’t betrayed you, as yet, Severin,” replied Wanda smiling. “Haven’t I myself taken the letter to the Prince—” “Of course, it was an invitation for luncheon.” “You have, since we have been in Florence—” “I have been absolutely faithful to you,” replied Wanda, “I swear it by all that is holy to me. All that I have done was merely to fulfill your dream and it was done for your sake. “However, I shall take a lover, otherwise things will be only half accomplished, and in the end you will yet reproach me with not having treated you cruelly enough, my dear beautiful slave! But to-day you shall be Severin again, the very young girls eating pussy and having anal sex only one I love. Go and dress as you used to in the little Carpathian health-resort when our love was so intimate. Forget delhi girls sex naked images everything that has happened since; oh, you will forget it easily in my arms; I shall kiss away all your sorrows.” She began to treat me tenderly like a child, to kiss me and caress delhi girls sex naked images me. Finally she said with a gracious smile, “delhi girls sex naked images Go now and dress, I too will dress. Oh yes, I know, now run along!” When I returned she was standing in the center of the room in her white satin sexy nude young redneck girls with big tits naked dress, and the red _kazabaika_ edged with ermine; her hair was white with powder and over her forehead she wore a small diamond diadem.

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“You can’t believe it,” she said, looking at me with her arms folded across her breast. “I am bored, and you will just do to while away a couple of hours of time.