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    “I’m loading my plate with oysters. You know what they say about oysters and the male sex drive,” a man said, laughing.
    Fuck oysters! Yoyin sighed in exasperation, but she perked up when the man pressed his hardening penis against her bound arm as he reached for the oysters. His cock grew rigid as he slurped the oyster from the shell. She shivered with excitement at his nearness. He pushed his thickness into her flesh and then dragged it back and forth across her bare arm, ratcheting up her desire. Aching to get laid, Yoyin whimpered softly.
    Men and women hovered over her. Helping themselves to the shellfish nestled inside the space between her legs, their fingers tauntingly brushed her sex and provoked lust with every touch. Yoyin sighed in disappointment as their teasing fingers moved on to different territory.
    Her spirits lifted when a full-breasted woman bent to swirl shrimp into one of the pungent sauces settled inside Yoyin’s armpit. The sensation—though ticklish—aroused her, warming her insides with sexual heat.
    “Try this, honey.” Yoyin heard a man say as he swiped what felt like a type of bread against her pineapple oil-flavored cunt.
    “Mmm. Delicious,” the woman replied and then bent down and boldly flicked her tongue against Yoyin’s silken smooth mons, inciting Yoyin’s clit to spring to life—exposing itself from beneath the concealing hood—elongated and quivering with desire. Had her hands been unlocked, she would not have been able to control the urge to grab the back of the woman’s head, forcing her greedy mouth onto her throbbing clit.
    She tried to part her legs wider, inviting someone—anyone—to venture downward and sample the natural flavors of the passion juice that bubbled inside her hot cunt, but the thin rope that held her legs open did not allow movement.
    No one seemed to notice. They were all too busy stuffing their mouths, eagerly dipping seafood into sauces instead of plunging cocks and fingers inside her hungry opening. She whimpered, distressed. But she had no choice. She had to control herself and endure this frustrating aspect of the dining experience.
    The chef had promised that after the guests’ ravenous appetites were satisfied, he would unshackle her and allow her to join in the after-dinner orgy. Until then, she resolved to savorevery brush against her skin, every tender caress, and every tongue flick.
    Another man lewdly rubbed his crotch against the slab of her hip as he munched on lobster. His dick, long and impossibly thick, aroused her. Growing increasingly horny—almost drunk with sexual delirium, Yoyin was ready to demand that the stranger unsheathe his weapon and viciously plunge it inside her pussy.
    But she didn’t. She dared not utter an audible word, lest she forfeit her first night of carnal pleasure. She’d committed to silence and to control her sexual impulses.
    She was going to wait.
    Be patient.
    Practice some discipline.
    She would wait to be cleansed and unbound. Then publicly, she would be gangbanged by every male diner. Her cunt would be savagely hammered until it was raw. She was particularly interested in test-riding the two men who had teased her with their hardened, zippered-in appendages.
    After every morsel of food had been eaten, all the sauces and pates, swiped from her body surface and cavities, she felt lighter. And eager for the fun to commence.
    “Guest number nine” she heard the chef call out. “Guest number nine has been randomly selected…”
    “Number nine…That’s me!” an excited female voice exclaimed.
    “As I said,” the chef said briskly, his voice filled with authority, “you’ve been randomly selected to enjoy the rich taste of imported oil, which is flavored with essence of orange and remains on your hostess’s outer vaginal regions. We ask at this time that you limit your tasting to her outer regions only. Remember, your aim is to taste the flavors, not to incite your hostess to