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in blowing soap bubbles from her nose as Elaine stepped away.
    ‘Be a sweetie and undo one of her wrists, Adam,’ Elaine remarked as she started for the bathroom once more, ‘and if you want to play with her while she does it, that’s just fine with me. For that matter, why not just frig the little slut off?’
    Elaine disappeared and Adam rose to seat himself on the bed. Caroline had stopped wriggling and lay moderately still, but her eyes were full of consternation and she’d pushed the soap bar as far out of her mouth as it would go without actually falling clear. Adam jammed it back in, then put a knuckle to her sex, exploring the wet flesh of her slit for a moment before starting to rub at her clitoris. She gave a little moan as he made contact and was soon arching her back to try and get more pressure to her sex.
    Adam could see no reason not to enjoy himself with her, and to take a little revenge for all the times she’d teased him. After masturbating her for a while he slipped two fingers into her vagina, which was wet and open, only to provoke an irrational sense of disappointment because she was so plainly no virgin – for all that he had fucked her himself and knew full well she wasn’t.
    Puzzled and slightly irritated by his own unexpected reaction, her pushed his fingers lower, between the softness of her bottom cheeks, to find her anus. As he began to tickle the little tight hole he got a far more satisfying response, a sudden tightening of her muscles before she began to squirm in her bonds. Amused and aroused, he pushed the tip of one finger inside it, at which her hole contracted hard and she gave a sudden, violent jerk, accompanied by an explosion of more soap bubbles from her nose.
    Intrigued, Adam continued to tease her arse as he put his other hand to her cunt, starting to masturbate her once more as he worked his finger deeper. A low, despairing moan broke from her lips and her back arched tight, but she kept the soap in her mouth, now deliberately sucking on the bar to heighten her own suffering. Adam slid a thumb into her cunt and began to rub harder, until she was squirming herself against him, both holes penetrated and her belly pushed out to increase the friction to her cunt.
    Elaine stepped out from the bathroom but no further, watching in cool amusement as Adam masturbated her girlfriend to orgasm. He kept rubbing, even as Caroline began to thrash in her bonds, brought to the boundary between ecstasy and agony, then over it as the soap bar erupted from her mouth in a long, anguished scream that ended only when she finally went limp.
    ‘Secret Sinners!’ Caroline scoffed as she brought their drinks to the table. ‘More like Secret Squares. They’re just cashing in because fetish is trendy at the moment.’
    Adam nodded his agreement. The club was in a gigantic venue, one of the biggest in the city, a great open hall with a stage at the back, on which a troupe of exotically clad dancers were going through an elaborate routine than seemed to him more acrobatic than erotic. The flyer warned patrons against what it rather coyly called “overt nudity” and “inappropriate behaviour” – very different rules to the clubs he’d become used to.
    ‘Just enjoy the view,’ Elaine advised.
    Again Adam nodded. For all its faults the club was certainly spectacular, and everybody who was there had made an effort, if only because the door was manned by four massive bouncers with instructions to refuse admittance to anybody whose dress didn’t meet the code. Even his own flamboyant attire had drawn doubtful looks, and Elaine had been obliged to open her coat to show that she was wearing rubber underneath. Only Caroline had been let in without inspection, her abbreviated nurse’s uniform leaving no doubt at all that she was dressed for sex, or at least for show.
    So was everybody else within sight, with many in costumes of fantastic elaboration and a great deal of naked flesh on show. However,