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    With one hand Verity eased her knees slightly apart and with the other he rucked the silk of her simple but obscenely expensive dress up around the tops of her thighs. She tried to close her knees, but he tapped the pale flesh of her inner thighs and she froze, her legs parted, knowing that her pose was lewd and the absence of any knickers left her freshly shaved sex shamefully naked.
    â€˜Except the man your husband forced upon you,’ Verity finished for her, with a knowing smile.
    Gabrielle bowed her head as she felt her face flame with embarrassment. His fingers cupped her sex, the touch surprisingly gentle and sensuous. His palm stroked the valley between her thighs and cunny, feeling the new smoothness with obvious relish and growing ardor.
    He dipped his head and blew, very softly, over her moist sex, making her flinch but bear towards him at the same time.
    â€˜You know about that… the episode with his friend?’ asked Gabrielle.
    â€˜My dear, I know everything about you,’ he stated frankly. ‘Oh yes, I even know your most secret desires and fantasies.’
    Gabrielle closed her eyes and lowered her face, trying in vain to hide from the shame of his forthright words, in no doubt that he did indeed know more about her than she cared for.
    â€˜No, no, my dear,’ Verity chided, tutting gently. He lifted her chin and she could smell the sweet fragrance of her sex on his fingers. ‘Be proud of yourself. Be proud of your body and how it reacts to my wants and demands.’ Then he dipped a finger into Gabrielle’s champagne and, without warning, pressed it into the tightness of her vagina. The action was so sudden that she had no time to protest or respond against the intrusion, but despite her reservations she felt very moist and available, ready for whatever he required.
    â€˜Press down, my dear girl,’ he whispered, and Gabrielle could do nothing else but obey. It felt so strange to be sitting in the luxury jet of a man she barely knew, a man who was kneeling by her feet and frigging her with the crew so close by just on the other side of the partition.
    As her pleasure mounted her clit felt engorged and ached to be relieved of its need. She began to move on his finger, gently grinding her hips, and he murmured his approval.
    â€˜Please…’ Gabrielle sighed, not quite knowing for what she pleaded.
    â€˜What is it, young lady?’ he asked in mock innocence. ‘Am I not pleasing you?’
    â€˜Yes,’ she groaned. ‘Yes you are. You know you are.’
    â€˜Perhaps you need a little more lubrication,’ he said, slowly drawing his finger out of her clutching flesh. Gabrielle sighed, her sex was engorged with longing and she felt the eager throb of her clitoris. She slid lower in the deep seat and parted her legs a little more, posing her naked mound in a gesture of offer.
    He knelt there at her feet, breathing in the scent of her musk, strengthening as her wantonness increased. He smiled up at her and slid two fingers into the succulent flesh of her sex. The soft wet lips clutched about his fingers, caressing them as if they were his cock.
    â€˜Beautiful, my dear,’ he crooned. ‘You are so innocent, yet so whorish.’
    The fingers slid back and forth within her, sliding in her copious juices. He added another and began to thumb the tip of her clitty as well. Her juices flowed, slick and creamy, trickling warmly down to her bottom cleft.
    â€˜Yes,’ he murmured, ‘you are just what I needed.’
    She was puzzled for a moment, until her climax grew within her and swamped her senses, making her body feel warm and molten.
    â€˜Don’t come just yet, my dear sweet girl,’ he urged. ‘Hold on for me. I want you to learn to hold on for me. Make your pleasure last.’
    Gabrielle shuddered. ‘I don’t think I can,’ she gasped. ‘It’s too close, too strong.’ The