[Blanc nods and pulls away only a moment to cast off any other restricting articles of clothing for himself and for Orange. Bare to this man he steps to produce a small glass jar of lotion to be used shortly. He kneels now on the bed looking down at the man, eyes dark with desire and sword ready.]
I shall take you on your hands and knees, sir. That will suit you best.
[He'll do better than that, Blanc aids Orange it positioning. The better to touch all over from his wirey muscled arms to his chest then hips and thighs as he positions them apart. How can it be that no man has ever been allowed this pleasure?]
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I shall take you on your hands and knees, sir. That will suit you best.
[He'll do better than that, Blanc aids Orange it positioning. The better to touch all over from his wirey muscled arms to his chest then hips and thighs as he positions them apart. How can it be that no man has ever been allowed this pleasure?]