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whispered in her ear after she’d torn her lips away. She
tweaked Katherine’s nipples through her dress, then kneaded her breasts. “I
can’t wait to get you out of this dress and onto your knees.” She pushed the
skirt of Katherine’s dress up around her hips, then slid her hand between her
legs. “Oh you are so delightfully wet. I want to taste you, but we don’t have
time.”
    Katherine trembled as Marcy slid two
fingers inside her pussy, and bit her lower lip to hold back a moan. She
gripped the handrail for dear life when she added a third. Never had she
experienced anything so erotic as being finger fucked in a bathroom stall. She
felt as though Marcy’s scorching gaze would melt her alive. Her entire body
burned as she bucked her hips, urging her on, and just as she came Marcy kissed
her so that she could scream her pleasure into the other woman’s mouth.
    When Marcy and Katherine returned to the
lobby, Katherine still wasn’t quite sure her legs were steady. “We had a lovely
chat,” Marcy told Mark as she handed Katherine back to him. “She is going to
come by my building soon for a fitting.”
    “I’m sure you two will have fun.” Mark’s
eyes lingered on Katherine’s swollen lips and slightly flushed cheeks, and a
slow, devastating smile spread across his face, making her knees weak all over
again. She’d freshened up as best she could, but there were certain things you
just couldn’t hide. “It’s time to return to our box now, but would you care to
join us at my home for a drink afterward?”
    “It would be my pleasure,” Marcy purred.
    When they sat down to resume the play,
Katherine tried very hard to pay attention. But her mind kept going back to the
tryst she’d had with Marcy in the bathroom stall, the way her body had burned,
the way Marcy’s lips and hands had felt. She knew that Marcy wasn’t simply
going to come over for wine and cheese tonight; those hands would be on her
again, along with Mark’s doing, wicked, wild, wonderful things to her. Her
hands clenched and unclenched in her lap as she fought to modulate her
breathing.
    “Having trouble paying attention to the
play?” Mark’s voice was low and somehow suggestive in her ear, and made her
jump—she had been so focused on trying to get herself under control she’d
forgotten about him.
    “I’m fine, Master,” she murmured, keeping
her eyes focused on the stage.
    “No, you’re not. You’re too busy thinking
about what’s going to happen to you tonight, aren’t you?” His tongue traced her
earlobe, sending shivers through her. “You naughty little slut.”
    “Yes, Master,” she admitted. “I’m trying
very hard to focus, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
    “I knew you would.” He bit down on her
earlobe, eliciting a gasp, not caring one iota that even now, at least ten
spyglasses were trained on their box. “I’m glad you like Marcy. I know you
haven’t been with a woman before, so I made sure to pick one I thought you
would respond well too. She’ll take good care of you tonight. And I’ll be there
the whole time.”
    “I’m not afraid, Master. I trust you to
do what’s best for me.”
    After the play was over, they rode back
to Mark’s house in the limo. Aside from putting his arm around her casually,
they made the trip back in silence. When they got home, Mark asked the house
chef to set out refreshments, and then dismissed him and the housekeeper for
the night.
    “There’s a blindfold waiting for you on
the bed,” he told her. “When I come upstairs with Marcy, I want you kneeling in
the middle of the bed, wearing that blindfold and nothing else.”
    “Yes, Master.” Katherine swallowed her
disappointment that she wouldn’t be downstairs with Mark when Marcy arrived.
She knew she shouldn’t really be concerned since they were both coming upstairs
to be with her, but she couldn’t help the twinge of jealousy—Marcy was a
bombshell whereas Katherine was merely pretty. How