{"id":9314,"date":"2018-05-20T05:40:47","date_gmt":"2018-05-20T05:40:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/?p=9314"},"modified":"2018-05-20T05:40:47","modified_gmt":"2018-05-20T05:40:47","slug":"pagan-summer-by-dallas-mayo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lesbianfunworld.com\/books\/pagan-summer-by-dallas-mayo\/","title":{"rendered":"Pagan Summer by Dallas Mayo"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Pagan Summer<\/em><\/h2>\n

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Dallas Mayo<\/h2>\n<\/div>\n
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“It was her job to see that the young widow forgot about the tragedy of her honeymoon\u0085and she intended to earn every penny of the salary being paid her!”<\/p>\n

‘Muriel knew it was only a matter of time before she’d be able to show Erin a different kind of love…a different source of forbidden passion’<\/p>\n

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Back cover:<\/p>\n

A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY<\/p>\n

For Muriel, it was the chance of a lifetime, being hired as a resident nurse and personal companion to the young socialite who had been widowed on her wedding night. Erin Lenox had the face of an angel and the body of a goddess and the shock of her tragedy had left her seething with unfulfilled needs and pathetically vulnerable and susceptible to any form of affection.<\/p>\n

Muriel knew it was only a matter of time before she’d be able to show the girl a different kind of love \u0085 a different source of forbidden passion. And, once initiated, Muriel was confident that their roles would be reversed\u0085she’d be the mistress and Erin Lenox, the slave.<\/p>\n

She’d own that lovely face, that glorious body\u0085and most of all, all that wonderful money!<\/p>\n

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Inside:<\/p>\n

JUST THE TWO OF THEM<\/p>\n

The beach was hot. Hot and deserted. Muriel sighed and looked down at the smooth-skinned girl lying on the beach mat. There as still need for caution. Someone could appear on the beach at any moment and discover them. For the first time she felt uncertain. Even so, her body ached to come into contact with that soft, feminine flesh.<\/p>\n

“Muriel?” The cry was plaintive.<\/p>\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n

“Aren’t you going to give me a massage?”<\/p>\n

For a long, thrilling moment, Muriel gazed down at the young girl. The silky-tanned skin. The rounded thighs that offered such warm invitation.<\/p>\n

The young girl opened her eyes. “Muriel?”<\/p>\n

“Hmm?”<\/p>\n

“Please. Aren’t you going to\u0085”<\/p>\n

Silence. It was dangerous to feel this passionate. Muriel tried to fight her growing desire. Even the tips of her fingers tingled with excitement. “All right, baby, but not a massage. I know what you really want\u0085”<\/p><\/div>\n

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