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centre,’ he added, as he walked slowly towards the bed, ‘but not so wide as to allow the intrusion of an erect penis.’
    Gabrielle clenched her thighs tightly together, but the cover Tom had carelessly thrown over her completely slipped away and she was totally naked once more. Verity gave a soft chuckle as he watched her strain at the bonds around her wrists.
    â€˜C-can I?’ Tom stumbled, his voice little more than an animalistic grunt, his anger at the trespassers forgotten – his wife forgotten.
    â€˜A can, I believe,’ Verity said imperiously, not looking at Tom, keeping his eyes sharply focused on the lovely vision tied to the bed, ‘is what you Americans preserve meat in, is it not?’ He sat next to her on the mattress and she could not help but tremble and flinch away. He was so different from anyone she had ever known. ‘The phrase you are looking for, I believe, is: “May I?”’ His manicured fingers cupped each of her breasts in turn, felt their smoothness, their firmness, and the tautness of each nipple. And then he nodded with satisfaction.
    Venturing a quick glance at Tom, Gabrielle saw her husband frown at Verity’s supercilious correction, but his eyes were still glued to the silent blonde, his tongue virtually hanging out. ‘Okay,’ she heard him whisper impatiently, ‘whatever you say… May I?’
    Gabrielle closed her eyes as she saw her husband’s hand slowly cup the bloom of the girl’s smooth cunt, glimpsed a finger slide in her to the knuckle, watched the girl’s little silent sigh of delight. Tears squeezed from her tightly closed lashes and meandered afresh down her cheeks, around her cute ear lobes, before again soaking down into the plush pillows.
    Verity ignored Tom’s rude sneer, and used the man’s distraction as an opportunity to ease his wife’s thighs apart with cool hands. He smiled at her as he picked up the flail, draped it across the flat dip of her tummy, and fingered the smoothly carved handle. ‘This little bush will have to go,’ he said, almost hypnotically, drifting his fingertips across the lushness of her pubic curls. ‘I like my girls as smooth as silk and easily accessible.’ He smoothed the curly fronds away from her slit, baring the flushed inner skin, exposing the prominently erect clitty.
    Gabrielle cast pleading eyes across the room, but Tom was far too engrossed, too oblivious to be aware of anything but the lovely blonde girl. He was on his knees and the girl sprawled on the little Louis XV sofa, her eyes closed as Tom’s tongue darted through the gold ring into the silky purse of her sex.
    Gabrielle tried to choke back a sob of despair. ‘Oh, how easily your husband forgets you,’ taunted Verity. ‘Only moments ago he was being intimate with you, and now…’ He shrugged, shook his head in mock disappointment, and tutted. ‘Are all American husbands so disloyal, my dear?’ He pushed the knob of the phallus between her spread sex lips, making her gasp, partly from dismay and partly with pleasure. He eased the polished wooden cock deeper. ‘See how deep his tongue sinks into her,’ he whispered. He bent over her and Gabrielle could feel the slight roughness of his immaculate suit against her breasts, the coldness of the blue stained ivory buttons of his jacket against her burning skin. ‘You might not exist, for all he cared.’
    His teeth grated the tightness of each nipple in turn and he grinned at her, his brown eyes dark and unfathomable as he raised his well-groomed head. ‘Has he ever been unfaithful before?’ he asked.
    Gabrielle bucked instinctively against the wooden cock and Verity laughed. ‘It turns you on, does it not?’ He slid the smooth thickness back and forth in a slow sensual rhythm. ‘It turns you on to watch your husband licking another girl’s cunt?’ With his free