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    The scarf was now running from front to back, with Lara holding the end behind Cassandra and Sir James the front end. He gently sprinkled it with some of the cool water from the copper bowl and then knelt down so that he could clearly see where her pulsating nub was showing through the tight, wet silk. He felt his mouth go dry with excitement and then using the pad of his thumb he pressed up against the nub, hearing Cassandra's involuntary moan as he did so. Next he rotated the still swelling protrusion with gradually increasing speed until all that Cassandra could feel was an unimaginably glorious heat and tightening between her thighs that spread swiftly outwards, growing in intensity, and this time as the first stirrings of her climax began to release themselves throughout her straining belly she didn't have to fight against it but could let it rush onwards.
    Sir James had never watched a woman take such pleasure in her final release. Cassandra's eyes closed, her head went back and her breasts arched outwards as the ripples of excitement turned into crashing waves that seemed to the still-fastened young woman to grow and grow in size without reaching the crescendo towards which she was straining.
    Very carefully Sir James drew the scarf aside and with one long movement he let his tongue lap upwards from her vagina, along the smooth inner lips and then at last over the forced-out and straining clitoris. It was this that finally toppled Cassandra over the edge.
    She gave a scream of triumph and relief as her body spasmed in a paroxysm of release. For a moment she lost all sense of time and place as she turned into nothing more than a mass of exquisite sensations that even reached to the tips of her toes.
    Lara stood beside her fiance and watched the slim, lean lines of the baron's mistress as she twisted and turned as much as her bonds would allow, while small whimpers of excitement continued to issue from her mouth even after the most severe spasms had abated.
    'You see what the baron means when he says that pleasure delayed is pleasure doubled,' commented Sir James casually to his fiancee. Lara nodded. She knew that as yet she couldn't possibly control herself as Cassandra had done, but hoped that perhaps one day, after she and Sir James were married, the baron would teach her himself. In this she was quite mistaken. He had no interest in teaching Lara anything, although she was a welcome addition to his circle of acquaintances.
    When Cassandra was finally still, Lara released her from the pillars while Sir James removed the bar from between her ankles. 'Would you care to join us in a threesome now, my dear?' he asked politely.
    This was a request, not an instruction, and Cassandra knew she was free to do as she liked. 'That's very kind of you, but I do have other guests to attend to,' she said politely.
    The baron watched the screen as Cassandra picked up the tattered remains of her camisole and French knickers and then walked gracefully away from the other two, her head high and her posture as upright and perfect as he always insisted. With a soft sigh, he turned off the tape and turned to look at Cassandra. 'As Sir James said, you were brilliant. Why didn't you go on to join them?'
    Cassandra shrugged. 'I don't like him very much. Besides, he'd had his chance and lost. If I'd climaxed too soon he could have insisted I join the pair of them. I wanted to make my victory clear to him.'
    She sounded so cool and composed that for a moment the baron had difficulty in reconciling the fact that she was the same woman he'd just watched twisting and turning in the throes of a huge orgasm watched by two people, one of whom, on her own admission, she didn't even like.
    'Was it good?' he asked quietly. 'How did it feel when you finally came?'
    'Mind-blowing, as usual. None of your guests ever fails to deliver full satisfaction in the end,' she said lightly.
    He made a small clicking sound of exasperation. Once more she'd