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trembled with repressed need,
which was only getting worse as the night continued. On top of the
wrap was a layer of food, anything from finger sandwiches to fruits
and veggies, and between her legs rested a wooden bowl full of a
specially made dip, the long handle of the spoon resting deep
inside of her pussy. She could feel the trickle of her cream
leaking between her ass-cheeks, probably staining the silk under
her.
    Mark’s guests weren’t helping; if anything
they seemed to delight in her predicament, subtly thrusting the
handle deeper inside of her with each dip of a fruit into the
bowl.
    One of the guests had even softly stroked
fingers over her weeping core, sliding down around the edge to the
base of the handle, and back up. The butterfly soft touch only
served to inflame her more. Judging by the feel, she would guess it
had been a man, but wasn’t quite certain.
    A fingernail scraped over her right nipple
as a guest grabbed a sandwich, the motion repeated harder a second
time, then the guest moved off, heels clicking on the hardwood
floor. She wanted to scream with frustration, but didn’t. Such a
sound would only embarrass her lover, so she held it back.
Occasionally a soft gasp or moan escaped, but that was all she
allowed herself.
    The soft leather strips that held her bound
to the table, one over her breasts, just above her nipples, one low
on her hips, were more decoration that anything. It was her will to
please that held her still.
    A whisper of his aftershave, the faintest
teasing scent alerted her to his presence. Blinded by the silk and
mesh scarf over her eyes, she had no way of knowing who was
standing beside her, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as
she carefully controlled her breathing lest she send the food
crashing to the floor, but some sixth sense told her it was Mark --
his warm brown gaze trailing over her body as he admired his
handiwork and her submission.
    “You’re doing so good Lisa, I am so proud of
you.” Between her legs, the wooden handle was pulled a few inches
out, and then thrust back in. Lisa bit her lip to hold back the
gasp of pleasure. The motion continued, a soft slid out then a hard
thrust, the curved end rubbing against her G-spot until she could
feel the material beneath her getting soaked with her essence.
    “It’s going to be hard to outdo tonight, but
I’m sure we can think of something. Don’t you luv?”
    “Yes,” she gasped, unable to control the
tremor in her voice. Her pussy was on fire, and the clamp that was
wrapped around her clit felt like it was tightening, slowly cutting
off all blood flow to the enflamed bundle of nerves. The briefest
of flicks against her clit almost sent her into a freefall, but she
curled her fingernails into her palms, the flaring of pain giving
her control again.
    It was becoming harder and harder to hold
back, and Lisa was worried that when the party finally ended and
Mark claimed her body, that she wouldn’t be able to contain her
orgasm.
    “Mark?”
    “Yeah Ed, hang on a second.”
    “You make me so proud luv. Just a little bit
longer, and then I’ll have you all to myself.” His soft spoken
words thrilled her senses. Mark never gave praise lightly; it was
always deserved.
    Lisa wanted to cry as the handle stilled and
the scent of Mark retreated. She focused her breathing, and allowed
herself to settle into a haze of sensation, where time drifted by.
Sometime later, the scent of Mark’s aftershave returned.
    “That’s the last of them luv. Now it’s just
you and me, and I have to tell you, I am very, very pleased with
you.”
    Lisa trembled at his praise. Her heart raced
as the plastic was lifted off of her, and tossed aside. Slowly,
Mark pulled the wooden handle from between her pussylips, and she
rocked her hips, prolonging the touch a microsecond more. Her
nerves were stretched to their limits by the seemingly unending
sensations of the night.
    She could feel tears of sexual frustration
pooling in her