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embarrassed. I was nothing to them, not really, just someone who had given them quite a show.
    I spotted the Dom, pleased that he paid me no attention, that he was now sucking some other woman’s tit as she hung from the cross the men had been using. Perhaps he didn’t have his own sub tonight, or maybe he just enjoyed sampling other people’s. I decided it didn’t matter. He’d had no interest in me other than joining our scene, and it could most definitely stay that way.
    Was I supposed to feel dirty? Used? A slut?
    I didn’t.
    “He’s what I think of as a surfer,” Master Red said.
    I didn’t have to ask who. I had just about been ready to contemplate whether letting another man touch me would affect our relationship. To probe my thoughts deeper and wonder how it had made my Master feel. He’d been the one to give the green light, but still, had he felt jealous once that man had put his hands, his mouth on me? Or was Master Red secure enough to know that it was something that just happened in voyeur rooms and didn’t have any bearing on us as a couple? I needed to ask, but as we were now, still in a scene setting, I didn’t want to drop the Master/sub role. Then again, I’d deviated from it already, getting my breasts out like that.
    “He’s in between subs,” he went on. “Either looking for a new one or enjoying time without. He was watching us from the moment I came in. Did you not notice?”
    “No, Sir.” And I hadn’t.
    “There was no harm in inviting him. He isn’t a threat. And look at him now, busy with someone else’s sub. How do you feel about me giving you permission to choose someone else?”
    “I’m not really sure, Sir. I don’t feel used or a tart, if that’s what you mean. I’m more bothered about how you feel. Whether it’s made you look at me in a different way.”
    “No,” he said, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger. “You’re mine. You haven’t said you wish it were otherwise. And until you do, you’ll remain mine. Others won’t get the sides of you that I do. They won’t know what goes on in your head. Only me.”
    I was relieved he felt that way, knew that it had been nothing but a means to get gratification. Had Master Red not been so busy between my legs, he would have been the one to stimulate my nipples.
    “That’s good, Sir. So long as you’re all right.”
    “Oh, I am, although I do need tending to at some point this evening.”
    I smiled, tried to wiggle right into him. “I can do that, Sir.”
    “I know you can. But not yet. Let’s just sit a moment.”
    I closed my eyes, content, and knew if I wasn’t careful I’d drift off to sleep to the muted sounds of the fucking symphony. Odd how we could sit like this, among several people having sex and it didn’t affect me now I’d come. Master Red, on the other hand, was ready for some attention. His hard cock was pressed against my outer thigh, and I wondered what kind of attention he fancied. In here or upstairs? Door closed or ajar?
     
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    “Close it,” he says. “I don’t want anyone thinking they can join us. Not on our first night. Go over there to the bed. Get comfortable.”
    I was expecting him to say something else, order me into a position so he could get down to business and whip my arse red raw. Instead, he joins me on the bed, and we rest on our sides facing one another.
    “I want to talk. You may speak without needing my permission. So, what do you do for a living?” he asks.
    “I’m a beauty consultant.”
    “Ah, that would explain your wonderful hair and makeup.” He reaches up to stroke one of the lacquered curls. “I can see myself ruining this. You’ll arrive with it immaculate and leave with a bird’s nest.”
    I smile. Laugh a little. Look into his blue eyes. “What do you do, Sir?”
    “I’m a head teacher at an adult college.”
    I widen my eyes at that. “Bloody hell, Sir, aren’t you worried one of your students might turn up here?”
    He