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there.
    “It’s okay,” he said. “It’s all for you. We want to make you happy. If you aren’t happy, we will stop.”
    She pushed out her bottom, desperate now to feel Milan’s honeyed tongue on her most intimate parts. His breath was enough to set off a million tiny bubbles of lust in her stomach. Her clit felt heavy and huge, waiting there between her lips like the clapper of a bell, wanting to be rung.
    He growled, and she felt the vibrations from his throat all the way through her. Her pussy tensed and contracted, then his tongue was there, hot and wet, muscular and tender, lapping her up as if she were the most delicious morsel on earth.
    He pulled her bum cheeks apart with his thumbs, holding her widespread and vulnerable so that there could be no escape from the plundering strokes of that tyrant tongue. Her legs shook and she began to choke on Evgeny’s cock, losing control of her actions. The cellist drew his shaft slowly out of her mouth and stroked her hair. Her job was done and now she was reaping the rewards, gasping helplessly into the sofa cushion while Milan continued to lick her out with thorough expertise.
    “You will come soon,” hissed Evgeny, tugging at her hair as if it were a leash.
    Milan worked two fingers into her cunt and she began to spasm, yelping into the cushion, helpless beneath the onslaught of her idol’s ministrations.
    She knew that Evgeny was watching her most intimate moment, and that Milan was chuckling in triumph, but this made the sweetness of it all the more intense and she let herself be taken into two pairs of arms and kissed all over her face and neck.
    “You see how it can be?” whispered Milan.
    “I think…I’m starting to…”
    Two cocks prodded urgently at her hips and she wondered cloudily what was going to be done about that. Milan would have a plan, she thought.
    “I think it might be a little too soon for anything too crazy,” murmured Milan, ostensibly to Evgeny. “But we can save the more advanced stuff for later. We have time. Lots of time.”
    “So how do you want to do this?” Evgeny asked.
    “Shall we just…hey, Lydia. You should have a say in this. Are you capable of speech yet?”
    “Nn hnn.”
    “I want to make love to you. Evgeny wants to make love to you. Do you think you could take both of us tonight? Or if you just want one we can work around that.”
    “I’m not sure.” Lydia flicked wide eyes up to Milan. She wanted him. She hoped he understood. Evgeny was handsome, a bonus, but if he decided to leave right now it would be fine by her. “I’m not sure how it would make me feel…”
    “You want to play safe? That’s not a problem. So you and me tonight? Is it okay if Evgeny watches?”
    “Umm…yes.” Was it? She looked up at Evgeny’s stormy dark eyes. Yes. He could come into the bedroom with them.
    “That’s good. We want him to learn what turns you on.”
    Milan stood abruptly, extending a hand to Lydia.
    “Okay, bedtime,” he said.

Chapter Four
     
     
     
    When she stood, warmed and naked against his body, he pulled her to him as if they were about to dance. He kissed her hard before twirling her back out, then led her to a room beyond the huge, plate-glass-windowed living room. Evgeny followed, his shoulders sloping a little as if he were aggrieved, bringing the brandy decanter and glass with him.
    He slumped into an armchair in the corner and poured himself a drink. Milan and Lydia came back together, circling and kissing across the deep-pile carpet until they fell upon the huge, circular bed with its black satin sheets and piles of pillows.
    “Oh, my God,” gasped Lydia with a giggle. “This is like the Playboy mansion. You have a mirror on the ceiling!”
    “I am a famous playboy—what do you expect?” Milan settled his long, lean body in beside her, propping his weight on one elbow. He traced feathery patterns across her abdomen and chest with his fingers while he smouldered down at her. “You can see