Lust The Two Of Us

"Take me," whispered Julia. "Take me right here, by the fireplace. Je t'aime! Je t'aime!"
"I would love to make love to you," he responded urgently, the fire of passion flaming beyond control, "but wouldn't the parlourmaid find it distasteful?"
"The servants are taught not to speak," she panted as she pressed the camellia to her breast. "Besides, all they know is that gobbeldy gook language that the Krauts speak."