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a few prancing steps and then whipped her away, lashing her on with undiminished fervour.
    Chrissie and Angel watched him go, admiring the speed and smoothness of the pony’s gait, despite pulling a heavy, male driver.
    As Brian’s whip continued to play as it faded into the distance, Angel gave her own shiver of suppressed lust. There was so much deliciously submissive girlflesh on view and so little was available to her. It was not normal for her.
    “Don’t worry, we’ll get you something a bit special to play with before the day’s out!” Chrissie called as they resumed their rather more stately pace.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Sadia stepped into the air conditioned, leather scented luxury of the car sent for her and sat back as it pulled away.
    “Join me for dinner with some friends and we can discuss your stable’s needs,” Eric had said. She had outlined the problem to him on the phone once she had checked into the hotel and he had seemed oddly unsurprised and quite affable. Normally he winced audibly at the mention of any more outlay at all.
    But she expected she would be able to handle him alright. She always had up till now and she smiled as she glanced down and smoothed the crisp linen of her skirt across her thighs, just a few, but tactically so important, inches above her knees. Her legs were long and shapely in any case but she had pampered them deliberately over the previous few days.
    It had taken her a day or two to recover from the president’s office but now she felt she was ready for whatever Eric could do to her vagina. The dear man was so eager! He practically salivated if she so much as crossed her legs. But it was so much fun watching him make a slave suffer while she and Angel made love – his infatuation had its advantages! She stretched with pleasure as she recalled the way Angel’s cunt gushed with fragrant juices while Eric made a slave squeal and cry out. But on the few occasions she had allowed him to fuck her, he hadn’t been too bad. So really, as long as Angel didn’t have to watch, she didn’t think the evening would throw up anything untoward.
    And she was still convinced of that when the car swung off the road, rumbled across a wooden drawbridge, dived briefly into darkness under a barbican and finally pulled up in the main courtyard of a restored but obviously very old castle.
     
    Eric stood back from the window as Sadia stepped out from the car and smoothed her jacket and skirt. He had waited so long for this!
    He turned to his dinner guests, a group of men and women whose clothing and manner marked them out as all being of a similar rank to Sadia.
    “We have the evening’s main event!” he said. “After dinner I shall drive the deal through and we will add the Countess de Groncourt to the diversions that await us in the dungeons!”
    A man came forwards and shook his hand. “We know how long you’ve planned and waited for this. It will be a pleasing entertainment indeed.”
    Eric laughed aloud in relief and delight.
    “It had to happen! If I just kept her short of stock for long enough, she’d come crawling.”
    Everyone raised their glasses and drank just before a butler in full 18 th century regalia ushered her into the room, which was panelled in oak and glowing in the lights.
    Smiling, Eric advanced and kissed her cheek, inhaling the fragrance of her perfume and revelling in the feel of her soft skin against his.
    Then, keeping his arm about her waist, he introduced her to his other guests. Sadia caught the drift of the names and titles as he smoothly guided her from group to group; they were all very rich. Perhaps these were the ‘angels’ who would back her purchase of new livestock.
    At last, having smiled politely, shaken hands and air-kissed her way around the room, she was led to a table covered with bottles of Krug and Eric poured her a welcome glass.
    “Who are all these people?” she asked. Her meetings with Eric had previously been more in offices