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now dropped completely back into the scratchy straw. She was surrounded by the team, with Jack very much in control of his players as he told them to flick and tease her with their crops.
    ‘Take everything else off too,’ Jack ordered.
    Tessa could barely co-ordinate her fingers as the whips messed with her nipples and mouth. She managed to slide off her sturdy boots before lowering her jodhpurs to her ankles. It was always a relief to get them off, like shedding skin. The new layer of virgin flesh underneath was ultra-sensitive, maddened by every touch or breath of air.
    Before she knew what was happening, Tessa was aware of Jack’s riding boot easing her body back down into the straw. He deftly pulled the jodhpurs from her ankles and took a moment to appraise what had been revealed. He stood at her feet and looked back up her lean body, his gaze delayed by the tiny white triangle of thong at the top of her thighs.
    Judging by the growing bulges in the team’s tight-fitting uniforms, Tessa knew they approved of what they saw. Her lips and cheeks flushed with excitement and she felt like she’d pee herself if they didn’t take her soon. But Tessa wasn’t going to let them know how she felt. No, that was her secret and, while she lay meekly in the straw, she felt her skin explode into a thousand tiny prickles at the thought of shoving her neat little mound towards the nearest mouth.
    Fighting back her powerful desires, wanting to make the game last for ever, Tessa watched timidly as Jack and his three friends stripped off their team uniforms. Like an aphrodisiac weather front, Tessa was overcome by the powerful but sexy stench of pheromones and sweat as clothes were discarded. One by one, sheets of tanned skin stretched over hard-working muscle were revealed to her disbelieving eyes. The other three team players were fairer than Jack, their naked chests dappled with autumn-coloured hair over sun-bronzed skin, and they were so similar in their good looks that they could have passed for brothers. Tessa was suddenly faced with three stiff cocks bursting from their prisons and the thrill that they were all hers nearly caused her to orgasm immediately. She raised her hands out of the straw in an eager attempt to pull the nearest one to her but Jack swiped her arms away with his crop.
    ‘Not yet,’ he barked and then turned to the player who had taken first defence on the Polo field. ‘Lick her out but don’t allow her to come.’
    ‘You’re the boss,’ he replied, his face breaking into a grin.
    Unable to protest even if she wanted to, Tessa felt her ankles being gripped and drawn apart as she lay in the straw. The nameless Australian glanced at her briefly before getting to work. With his face close and his breath moist on her skin, he hooked a dusty finger inside Tessa’s panties and drew them aside. The half-growl, half-moan he emitted assured Tessa that he approved of her neat and trimmed mound. She was certain that her clit would be straining between her swollen lips as if begging to be licked first. She hoped that he noticed and didn’t waste any time. Maintaining the timid charade was becoming increasingly harder as her lust grew more urgent. She struggled violently against her body’s needs as the first velvet stroke of tongue slowly drew up the entire length of her creamy pussy, sending her mind cascading into oblivion. All her senses merged together and battered her brain with unreliable signals. Overhead, she could see Jack looming, waiting, his stiffness growing ever bigger, keen to claim his prize.
    The Australian’s tongue felt huge and invading, like an independent creature set loose as it worked deftly on Tessa’s sex. The fire that raged between her legs was somehow linked to the thoughts in her mind, and while she had often fantasised about sex with many men since the time in Melbourne, she never thought it would happen again. Tessa let out a wistful whimper as the realisation nearly drowned