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is how you like me to start, right, James? Teasing?’
    He grunted and lay back.
    ‘Nice and easy,’ Daphne crooned.
    His hand lifted up under her to her pendent left breast, gave it a little jiggle and then toyed with her nipple. ‘Love your tits, Daphne.’
    ‘Thank you, darling. Feel free.’ She chuckled. ‘Fondle at will.’
    ‘Like this?’ He rolled her nipple between his index finger and his thumb.
    ‘Harder.’
    He pinched and rolled. Daphne gasped. Her lips parted. It seemed that she liked the pain. Sarah dropped a hand to her own breast and pinched her own nipple experimentally through her thin shirt. It made her wince but she persevered. Hot little sparks of sensation radiated from her peak. Interesting. David had always been so gentle when he’d touched her there, and she’d thought that was considerate of him, but now she was learning about something different, somehow naughtier. Gentle caresses were nice but it seemed that there were other sorts of pleasure to be coaxed from her body. It was her second lesson in that, she realised. She’d enjoyed those few spanks that Jack had given her, even if they had come as a bit of a shock.
    Daphne pulled her legs up to kneel beside James but didn’t miss a stroke. As his torment of her nipple increased in intensity, so did the speed and strength of the fingers she was masturbating him with. Looking close up at his glossy plum but obviously directing her words at Sarah, she said, ‘Don’t worry about him coming too soon. That’s the advantage of a mature man. He can hold back for a long time, right, James?’
    He grunted again. Arousal seemed to have stolen his power of speech.
    Daphne continued, ‘But I’m different. I can come again and again, each time getting better and better. Make me come, please, James.’
    She lifted one knee up and set it down on the other side of his head, facing forwards. She grinned at Sarah as she lowered her sex onto his mouth.
    ‘He’s got a wonderful tongue and he loves to use it.’
    David had never done that for Sarah, though he really enjoyed it when she used her mouth on him. Jack had offered to but somehow they’d never got round to it. By the intense, almost angry, expression on Daphne’s face, it had to feel very good. Sarah decided that when she and Jack finally got together again, she’d make sure to get him to do it to her. He’d be good at it, she was certain.
    Daphne was undulating on James’s face. Sarah wished she could see what the man was doing with his tongue in more detail. The serpentine woman lowered her face towards James’s cock. She threw Sarah a glance, as if to say, ‘Watch this,’ and worked its head between her stretched lips. There was a pause, and then she plunged down.
    Oh hell! She’d taken him so deeply that her lips were buried in his pubic hair. With a thing that size – it had to be pressed against the back of her throat.
    James put his hand on the back of Daphne’s head, holding it in place, and jerked up at her, driving his shaft even deeper.
    How did the woman take it? Why didn’t she gag, Sarah wondered.
    He thrust up again and again before relenting and letting her mouth rise completely off his shaft. Daphne grinned, licked her lips, and ducked down again.
    She enjoyed it?
    He was still buried in her mouth, to the hilt, when her hips gyrated and then began to thrust as if she were riding a stallion at a gallop. Well, in a way, she was.
    Sarah’s fingers seemed to have found their way inside her shirt and were flickering on her nipple. Her thighs squeezed together.
    Daphne made an obscene snorting sound. She pulled back off James’s shaft. The muscles in her belly convulsed. Her diamanté pendant bounced against her tummy. She said, ‘Oh yes, my darling, oh, oh, oh, fucking yes!’ She toppled sideways, her left leg straight and pointing upwards at a forty-five degree angle. Daphne held that pose, giving Sarah a clear view of her glistening flaccid sex.
    The bitch was