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didn’t want the game to end.
    He lifted her up and set her down on the sideboard. He curled his hands in the top of her modest gown and pulled sharply. She inhaled, and her breasts nearly broke the confines of the corset. Her lover smiled and stroked the soft surface of the mounds, easing one finger inside to stroke her nipple.
    He scratched gently at the left and then the right. She licked her lips and stared into his dark eyes as the light touches caused her pussy to clench in eagerness.
    He stepped toward her and used both hands to undo the clasp at the top of the corset. The rest of it remained tight on her ribs. He arranged her breasts to his satisfaction with her nipples peeping at the edge of the corset. When the image was what he wanted, he stroked his hands down her boned waist and slid down her thighs to her knees. He eased her legs apart and stepped into the vee.
    He pressed his lips to the hollow between her breasts as he gathered the skirt above her hips, and he pulled her forward until she was lined up with his groin. He slid his hand between them and rubbed three fingers against her.
    The slick moisture that her body was producing coated his fingers. She blushed when she realized that he was watching her as he fingered her.
    She jolted as he circled his fingers around her outer lips, pressing against her clit until she closed her eyes against the focused viewing. Molly felt him pry her hand loose and press it against the wood beside her. She released the cravat with her other hand and braced herself back.
    When she opened her eyes, he was smiling and freeing his cock from the button front of his trousers. He pressed in close, and the fleeting view of his erection disappeared under the froth of her skirts. He wrapped his arm around her and lifted her, angling her so that he could slide in.
    The angle was hard, and the fit was tight. He didn’t wait. He bounced her on him, and she bit her lip until it bled to keep from crying out.
    His hips hammered upward, and she stiffened when the orgasm struck. He paused with her fully on him, their bodies so tight that they were nearly one person. When her inner caress finally spiralled to a halt, he started to move inside her once again.
    The sudden jolts shook her breasts, and that seemed to be what he was after, because he drove into her over and over until she felt bruised. Her second climax was hard, and he kept fucking her until his own body gave in. He shuddered, kissed her breasts and disappeared so suddenly that she nearly fell.
    The lights came on, and the second to last door swung open in invitation. Molly lay back on the sideboard and caught her breath. Fucking in a corset was harder than it looked.
    She put on the shoe that she had lost during the pummelling and wandered down the hall to the open door when she felt she was ready.
    She could feel the sun and the breezes the moment she stepped through the doorway. The weird thing was that she couldn’t see it.
    The room was a sitting room with a series of chairs in a semi-circle. There were cocktails on the small occasional tables next to the chairs, and it reminded her that she wasn’t hungry or thirsty. It was peculiar, as she should have had to pee at least once since this whole thing began.
    Invisible hands stroked her hair, pulling the ribbon free. Her dress was unfastened and slipped from her shoulders. She was left standing in the chemise and corset.
    It felt like two sets of hands slowly stripped her to the skin. Her laces were undone, and the corset was loosened. The air touching her all over made her shiver.
    She was left alone, wearing only her slippers.
    One by one, the seven chairs were occupied. Men appeared out of mist and settled next to their beverages of choice.
    She recognized the first man from the study. His clothing was modern-dress casual. He raised his glass to her and looked her over.
    She enjoyed the fascinated attention for about three minutes, and then, she wanted her normal