Pleasure comes to those who give...but what of those who take?

Georgiana was no ordinary girl; born from mixed class stock, her mother a Polish imigrant, her father a multi-milionaire who fell in love with her mother as she au paired for his first time around children. Along with that and the trouble her parents brought upon themselves in social circles, Georgiana was gifted, an aspiring artist whose talents became unnoticed simply because of her breeding. Is this why she ended up here? Stealing from the rich instead of inspiring them with her craft.
 
Her mother had died two years ago, her father five years before, she had never asked for forgiveness from either of them and none was given and it was only on some ocassions of darkness did she feel the weight of that.

'Good morning my precious,' she heard him stir behind her knocking her from her melancholy, felt his lips on her shoulder blades, his tongue lick around her neck until he was almost coiled around her and staring into her eyes. 'We have to go,'

He kissed her quickly on the lips and got out of bed. She watched as his fit athletic body, tanned bronze from the sun, walk from where she lay into the bathroom before she turned onto her back...she sighed.

'Can we not have breakfast here?' she asked casually.
'No!' he shouted from the bathroom.

'We never get to try the food in these places, just once I'd like to try room service, or dress up and sit in the restaurant and have people serve us for a change,' she sat up in bed, her breasts small but firm rising an falling with her pouting. He put his head round the door.

'And you know why,' he said patiently, smiling at her, he loved her pouting, he loved her and everything that came with her, including the trunk load of baggage she seemed to trip over every now and then. 'We'll get breakfast on the road,' he walked towards her clambering on the bed and pulling her into his arms. 'I promise you that one day Georgiana we will have the penthouse suite and you can order whatever you want, but not today,'

'I don't want the penthouse suite...I just want pancakes in bed, with you' she whimpered snuggling into him and breathing in his skin. 'Will you promise me that?'

He smiled, pausing before saying anything
'Come on, lets get going,'


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