tenmoreseconds replied to your post: MEL. Want that Master/Lucy still?
Is this a questionnnnnnn of courseeee I doooo
By all means, they kept a civil tongue and set a good example for the rest of Brittian, but even the Master couldn't help but play a bit to Lucy's lesser-known kinks. He loved to play with her, giving her passionate, sloppy, featuring-tongue kisses, while the cameras would zoom in on them, waiting for them to finish, and Harold's wife would turn to putty in his hands.
He couldn't pass up the chance, coming back from fancy gala, with Lucy's dress looking so inviting. He reached out, as they were about half-way to their limousine, and stopped his wife in her tracks.
"Lucy, let me fix that dress for you," he said, a sickly sweet tone to his voice, and he raised his hands, grabbed the front of her red dress, that darling v-neck, and yanked.
Her dress tore, down the middle, exposing her bra and breasts, and she was shocked, dumbfounded, but the Master merely smiled. "Not so restricted now, are you?" he cooed, then continued his stride to their waiting automobile.