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them tightly together.
    â€˜Who the fucking hell are you?’ Tom growled at the intruders. ‘And who the fuck let you in here?’ He then at least tossed the corner of the tumbled bedcover over Gabrielle’s legs, but she knew her sex was still partly visible. The lush curls of her pubis, moist from her juices, escaped the carelessly thrown cover, and she could feel the warmth of Tom’s seed trickling between her bottom cheeks. Her trembling belly and breasts were exposed and her wrists were still bound tightly to the bedposts.
    The man laughed effortlessly. ‘Who let us in does not matter,’ he said. ‘And besides, we’d been enjoying ourselves watching your performance long before we made our discreet entrance.’ He waved an elegant hand at a mirror on the wall opposite the foot of the bed.
    â€˜You’ve been watching us through that?’ Tom frowned as he reached for his T-shirt.
    â€˜Indeed – it’s a two-way,’ explained the visitor. He stood up and Gabrielle felt more naked and exposed than ever, his expensive double-breasted pinstripe navy suit somehow making her feel that way. ‘I’m Marshall Verity,’ he said. ‘I’m a…’
    â€˜I know who you are, Mr Verity; I read the papers,’ Tom said. ‘And I know you’re extremely wealthy. But what the fuck—?’
    Marshall Verity’s confident laugh interrupted Tom’s tirade even before he got into full flow, looking at Gabrielle in a way that made her feel awfully vulnerable, awfully used, and more humiliated than ever. ‘I am extremely wealthy,’ he said with a satisfied grin, ‘you are right. And I am into enjoying as many women as I can lay my hands on,’ he added, and then reached back and, immediately, the stylishly dressed girl took it. And she didn’t object when Verity lifted her short skirt, smoothed her naked belly and caressed the frilled suspenders that framed her naked sex.
    â€˜Well, I’ll…’ Tom gawped between the milk-white thighs that were so willingly displayed. ‘She’s as smooth as silk! Not a wisp of hair… do you see that, honey?’ he said to Gabrielle.
    Unwillingly, she stared at the girl’s shaven mound, but she had to secretly admit that the mouth-watering sight turned her on. She imagined how she would feel if shaved like that, and felt her clitty pulse with renewed excitement.
    â€˜Beautiful, isn’t it?’ Marshall Verity coaxed, probing for reactions. He let his fingers stroke back and forth over the shaven mound, let them drift over the silky outer lips. ‘And she’s all mine.’ He slapped the girl’s thighs. ‘Open a little wider, my dear,’ he encouraged, ‘and show these nice people how completely you are mine.’
    Tom gave a grunt of surprise and delight as the girl seductively angled her hips a little. ‘She’s ringed!’ he enthused, his eyes glinting hungrily. His lips were arched in a wicked smile and he rubbed the crotch of his jeans, which were already significantly tented again. ‘Doesn’t she mind?’ he asked like an excited teenager. ‘Does it hurt her?’ He moved forward to be closer to the newcomer and the girl, and for some reason Gabrielle found herself becoming breathless at the thought of belonging to a man like Marshall Verity.
    â€˜It doesn’t hurt, Susan, does it?’ Marshall Verity asked of the girl. He slipped a finger through the ring that held the succulent inner lips together.
    The girl shook her shimmering cascade of naturally blonde hair, and Gabrielle found herself straining at the bonds about her wrists, wanting to be closer too.
    â€˜The ring is quite wide in diameter, you see,’ said Verity, and with a hand in the small of her back he guided the girl towards Tom, who stood speechless, his mouth hanging open. ‘Wide enough to take a tongue through its