His voice reached her as if from a great distance. She dragged herself to her knees and, looking up, saw his legs rising above her. They were parted and firmly placed. With a hand on each of his black leather riding boots she raised herself, staring upwards to where his breeches gaped. 'Pleasure me with your mouth, ' he growled. The French Revolution, 1790 and onwards. Spirited Chantel is furious with the leader of the...