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the
cushioned seat next to her. Clumsily he poured the last of the bottle into
Caroline’s large glass (he could tell which was hers because it showed the
signs of her red lip gloss – why when his mind was so woozy did he notice
that?)
    He gave her the glass and sat down a distance from her silk
draped thighs.
    ‘You can come closer.’ Caroline moved herself up so she was
touching him, and the long slit in her dress showed even more of her thigh.
    ‘Drink with me again.’ She
pushed the glass just below his chin so he had to lower his head to take a sip.
    ‘That’s better.’ Caroline took a sip herself. Her left hand
brushed his head and stroked his hair.
    ‘Are you enjoying this?’ She put the glass down, and her
right hand moved gently over his crotch. He could hardly deny the answer.
    ‘Well yes, but I don’t understand...’
    ‘Shh.’ Her finger brushed his
lips and the areas he didn’t understand became a lot larger as Sylvie came into
the room. She wasn’t wearing what she had worn at dinner. Now she was nearly
naked, and what she was wearing only emphasised this...
    ‘Sylvie and I have a very
special relationship Andrew, as you can see!’
    Sylvie was wearing silver six
inch heeled sandals which had little locks on the ankle straps. Around her neck
was the same slim silver collar which Andrew had noticed that afternoon, and
had just assumed to be costume jewellery, but now it had chains from each side
linked to locked silver cuffs in her wrists. Her platinum blonde hair was
looped up behind her head to show multiple loop earrings. Her large lips pouted
in the same colour silver-pink gloss she had worn at dinner, but now made her
whole face seem to shine up to her carefully lined eyes. Her upper eyes and
eyelids were also finished with silver and pink.
    She came in carrying another
opened bottle of the sparkling wine, quickly knelt and placed the bottle on the
table, softly kissed Caroline’s knees, then with a little movement rubbed her large
pink tipped breasts against them, left breast to right knee, and right breast
to left knee. Then she stood and turned, pushing her soft bottom almost into Andrew’s
face. He saw an elaborate tattoo just above the cleft of her buttocks, at the
base of her spine. He could read in the ornate script,
    SYLVIE
    WAS MADE BY AND IS
THE SOLE PROPERTY OF
    CAROLINE
    JANE
    CARAWAY
    Almost before Andrew could
believe what was happening, the slave girl was shimmying out of the room. When
she got to the door she turned, and performed a complicated little curtsey,
involving showing off her chains, pushing her breasts forward (not that they
needed much more display) and blowing a kiss towards her owner. (Her owner!)
    ‘But..’ he began, but
Caroline’s finger against his lips stopped him. She kissed him lightly. He
could feel her breasts, which were even more remarkable than those of her slave
girl push against his flat chest. (Flat?) Why was he thinking like that!
    The slave made another
entrance, bearing a small silver platter containing soft fruits and berries.
She knelt and placed it next to the glasses and wine.
    He tried to speak again; again
Caroline’s finger and lips prevented him. Then Caroline gathered up her skirts
and moved away from and stood before the fire. She lifted her bare arms behind
her head, and looked back at the very confused and aroused boy. If the slave
girl was all soft and submissive sensuality, her mistress was sleeker, very
stylish, her figure even more sensational, her look one of command and
mischief!
    ‘Sylvie,’ she said, and the
slave girl also stood and moved towards her mistress. Caroline took her chains,
and the pair exchanged the same kind of elaborate kiss that Andrew had seen at
dinner, but was now even more overt and sensual. She pulled the girl round so
that Andrew could see them both side by side. They smiled at him.
    ‘Now,’ said Caroline and Sylvie
moved behind her and unclasped her mistress’s dress, helping it down over