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masks. One couple sat in a chair, positioned in full view of several couples watching from a black leather couch. The woman sprawled across the man’s lap, feeding him bits of fruit as he fondled her breasts.
    Jenna’s examination of the room stopped when she caught sight of the figure at the far end of the room. Instead of the “guest” uniform, he wore a tuxedo tailored to show his broad-shouldered frame to perfection. He wore a mask as well. From a distance, his hair appeared midnight black. Looking at him made Jenna’s pulse pound and increased the dampness already growing between her thighs.
    He beckoned her, a slight motion of his fingers, and Jenna was helpless to resist. She strolled toward him, trying desperately to appear casual and not like an eager fool. When she reached him, she could smell the spicy scent that he wore and feel the heat emanating from his body. His dark hair was shot with silver at the temples and that little detail only made him more appealing. She wanted to wrap herself around him.
    “I am so pleased you accepted my invitation. I am the only person here who knows who you are. It will remain that way, yes?” he asked. His voice, deep and rich, held a hint of an exotic accent.
    “Yes,” she said.
    “Yes, Master,” he corrected her.
    “Yes, Master,” she repeated. She wasn’t a docile person by nature, but subservience seemed appropriate at the moment.
    “I shall initiate you tonight, but first, I want you to observe. Sit there,” he said, pointing to a small chair beside a much larger one. His chair was throne-like and she would sit at his feet. Every detail was intended to remind her of her place.
    Jenna seated herself as he directed, and he settled in the elaborately carved mahogany armchair. Her shoulder brushed his thigh and her breasts pressed against his calf. She wanted to lay her head on that rock-hard thigh, to stroke her hands over him, but she held back. Her master had not yet granted permission. Master. A thrill went through her at the word.
    “That couple in the corner,” he said. “What would you like for them to do?”
    Jenna swallowed nervously. Uncertainty coursed through her. In a tremulous voice she hardly recognized as her own, she replied, “I don’t understand, Master.”
    He smiled, the predatory gleam of his teeth making her shudder. His hand stroked over her hair, a soothing gesture much like one would grant a distressed child. “You are my newest pet, and I find that I am in the mood to please and entertain you. Would you like to see them fuck? Or perhaps you would enjoy watching him lick her cunt until she comes?”
    Jenna’s pussy clenched and her nipples pebbled with desire. “I would like to see both, Master.”
    “Greedy,” he said. “I like that.” He patted her head again and then clapped his hands.
    Immediately, the couples stepped forward and formed a line before him, standing shoulder to shoulder like sentries. Jenna didn’t recognize them, but she didn’t try to either. Part of the excitement came from wondering if these people were the ones who’d shunned her at parties. They wouldn’t dare shun her now. She watched as the Master pointed to the couple that he’d selected. They stepped closer as the other couples formed a semi-circle around them in a graceful flow of movement that looked like a well-choreographed dance.
    “Yes, Master?” the blond man inquired.
    “Eat her cunt until she screams, then fuck her.”
    The man dropped to his knees before the woman, lifting the silk of her garment to display her shaved pussy. He licked and suckled at her mound before dipping his head lower and flicking his tongue along the slit.
    Jenna leaned forward for a better view. She hadn’t thought she was a voyeur, but she’d been wrong. For never having played a part in her fantasies before, it was certainly having a profound effect on her now. When the woman spread her legs and her lover parted her swollen labia to reveal a glistening