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David built up a steady rhythm with his hands gripping her round her rib cage, and she threw back her head in wild enjoyment as she was at last filled by him, by the man she loved.
    She tightened her internal muscles around him, forcing his pleasure to spill quicker than usual and then screamed aloud with what was almost a cry of triumph at the final rush of hot, all-engulfing pleasure that spread through her body as they climaxed together.
    David gave a muffled groan, and then they wrapped their arms around each other, waiting for their breathing to slow and the last flickers of pleasure to die away.
    “I knew I was right about you,” murmured David a little later, as he helped her put her dress back on. “You were amazing, my darling, absolutely amazing.”
    * * *
    When she woke the next morning, Grace couldn’t remember how they’d got back to their room. She realized she must have been so exhausted that she’d slept the sleep of the dead. Beside her, David was still sleeping, and in sleep he looked younger, more vulnerable, than usual.
    Gently she brushed a lock of hair off his forehead, and immediately his eyes opened. “Good morning beautiful Grace,” he murmured, and she snuggled up close to him.
    “Do we have lunch here before we leave?” she asked.
    David yawned and stretched himself before kissing her lightly on the mouth. “You’re always hungry, although after last night it’s not surprising!”
    She felt herself blushing, and he smiled. “There’s no need to blush. You were fantastic. We all had a wonderful time. I told you there was nothing to worry about.”
    Remembering all that had happened, and what she’d allowed strangers to do to her, Grace wasn’t sure she agreed with him, but she knew he was right about one thing. To her own astonishment, she had enjoyed most of it, and she knew it would take her time to come to terms with what she was learning about herself.
    “It wasn’t easy,” she said quietly. “Do you like watching your girlfriends having sex with strangers?”
    “I like watching people learn about their sexuality, discovering new things about themselves,” he replied. “And I only bring very special women here, for obvious reasons. How about we share a bath now?”
    Grace was tempted, but there was something she needed to know before that happened. “Maybe later,” she replied. “Right now I want to know about table five.”
    David rolled onto his back, his arms behind his head, and sighed. “I don’t know why you’re so interested. It needn’t concern you at all. In any case, Club rules forbid it until table four has been completed. Only then does table five have any meaning.”
    “That’s not fair. It’s obviously important, and if it’s going to be my final challenge then I want to know in what way it’s different.”
    “It’s the rules, Grace, and anyway it’s irrelevant right now. You have three more weekend trials to complete before table five will mean anything to you. All I can say is that table five is best described as an optional extra. Does that satisfy you?”
    “No, it makes me more eager to know about it! But you give me your word that then you can tell me?”
    “Surprisingly,” said David slowly, “I’m beginning to have a feeling that I may have to tell you. Now, how about that bath?”
    Three hours later, with David wearing a sports jacket, open-neck shirt and casual trousers, and Grace in the pale green A-line dress she’d originally intended to wear the previous evening, they went down to the dining room.
    Only one other table was occupied when they sat down. “Where is everyone?” asked Grace in surprise.
    “They’ve probably left. Some of them come quite a distance and have a long drive back. Amber and Andrew will join us though. I’ll ask Laura to get us some drinks. She’s usually working on Sundays.”
    A few minutes later, Laura came into the dining room. She was wearing a conventional waitress’s uniform, except for the