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him. I nod. The last scrap of his clothes is dragged slowly down and off his body. The women spread out, rubbing his arms, back, ass and legs with precise glides of their skilled hands. I appreciate their technique for a few moments before sure fingers unhook my bra.
    Another pair of hands cups my shoulders and lifts my torso so the first man can strip my baby doll from my frame. The third man wastes no time divesting me of my panties. He rolls my stockings down my legs.
    “No matter what you wear, you’re more gorgeous without anything hiding you,” Rick whispers, his face inches from mine. I wish he were close enough to kiss while I revel in the firm press of thumbs along my spine and the light strokes over my ass, which migrate toward my feet.
    He shivers when one of the women attending him discovers the sensitive spot at the base of his neck. The adjustment he makes to his hips is a clear sign to us all that he’s aroused. He would remove his hand from mine to adjust the lay of his hard-on but one of the women anticipates the necessity.
    She strokes around the curve of his hip. I can tell when she cups his erection by the strangled groan that escapes from his parted lips.
    “I bet that feels good, Rick.” I squirm beneath the ministrations of my own attendants. “Her hand is soft and slippery.”
    “You may roll over at any time.” One of the women murmurs the suggestion.
    “Do you want her to touch your cock more?” I can’t remember why I thought I’d surrender power by letting another woman service him. She’s my tool and his pleasure is my goal. The bond we share isn’t diminished by including others in the circle of our passion. Instead it burns brighter, refulgent in the space we share.
    “I think I’ve created a monster.” A muscle in his jaw ticks. “I’m not going to last very long if you keep teasing me like that.”
    One of the men above me chuckles. “We can administer a little payback if you like.”
    “Please do.” Rick smirks then lifts his head so he can observe.
    Strong hands wander from their massage of my ass, along my inner thigh. A thick finger rubs at the entrance of my pussy. I moan and spread my legs just enough to give him room to maneuver.
    “That’s right, baby.” Rick dusts his thumb over my knuckles.
    “Turn onto your back.”
    “I will if you will.” He practically dares me.
    We move simultaneously. The careful motions of the attendants are easier to focus on from this perspective. They stroke us with light touches, gesture and chant with a calm surety that convinces me there’s more at work here than a simple caress of skin on skin.
    It’s more difficult to see what the women are doing to Rick, but his grunts, sighs and moans are telling. We snuggle closer until we’re able to exchange lingering kisses. A little awkward at first, given our positions, heads together but facing opposite directions, we quickly adapt since it allows us to sip from each other while the six attendants set our bodies on fire.
    My eyes roll when someone presses the knots from the arches of my feet then drains the tension from my ankles. Another man completes a thorough exploration of my breasts while the third rubs slickness over my mound and belly.
    Rick groans and tenses. “They’re stroking my cock, Sarah. And massaging my balls. It feels so good.”
    “Are you going to come for them?” I pant at the idea of his semen—released by the hands of a nameless, faceless woman—mingling with the oil on his flat belly, beading and rolling off of his greased skin.
    “No. For you.” He stares straight into my eyes.
    I’m sure now. I can do this. I can be what he needs, with him, in this place.
    “Let’s go back to the green room,” I whisper. “I want to see you fuck someone else. I have to watch.”
    There’s something about the idea that catches me. When we’re lost in the moment together, I don’t get to admire every nuance of his animalism. Seductive and powerful, I want