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that?”
    “Ask them.” Jackson looked at his watch. “You have five minutes. Starting now.”
    She didn’t respond. She looked around and then turned back. “Where should I look, Sir?”
    “I’ll show you,” Whitney offered then glanced at Master Taurus.
    “You may show her, but you will not participate in the conversation,” he ordered.
    “Yes, Master.”

    * * * *

    Sinclair followed Whitney away from the bar and toward an alcove where a group of people talked quietly. There were a half dozen females and four men. All were dressed in scanty, sexy clothes that made her feel overdressed. All were barefoot, and none wore collars.
    Her stomach had knotted up with nerves as soon as the first couples came into the club and started playing. It now cramped even tighter. For a few seconds she wondered if she would throw up before she completed this errand she’d been sent on.
    She remembered how excited Jackson had become when they both agreed that a threesome would definitely push the boundaries of their experiences, but might be interesting to try, if the right person came along. That was also when she’d admitted that she wasn’t sure she could handle another woman, as she wasn’t sure she could share him. She also remembered his description of how he and another man would share her until she was completely boneless.
    “How do I do this?” she asked softly, hoping Whitney heard her once they were well away from the bar.
    “If it was me, I would say something like, ‘my Master wants to know which of you has a talented tongue,’” Whitney returned just as quietly.
    “Oh my God, can I really do this?”
    Whitney touched her arm. “This is your first foray into the lifestyle. I’ve found that I can do anything Taurus tells me to do, as long as I know he’ll be there with me. Of course he’s never sent me to find another man. Just remember that Master Jackson has never taken another sub and he’s never talked about anyone. Ever.”
    Sinclair looked into the other woman’s eyes and saw sympathy. “Thanks, I think. But I’m not sure what he’s trying to accomplish with this. Is he trying to scare me off? Or fulfill a shared fantasy?”
    “That’s something only you and he can answer,” Whitney said as they entered the unspoken single submissives’ territory.
    “Hi, Whitney, who’s your friend?” a blonde dressed in a barely-there black lace string bikini asked.
    “This is Sinclair, and she has a question for the uncollared male submissives.”
    Sinclair bit her lip as she nodded in response to greetings.
    “So, what’s your question, honey?”
    The question came from a huge, overly-muscled Latino male wearing only a pair of black knit short-shorts that drew the eye to an impressive bulge at the apex of his thighs. He made Jackson look like a wimp. He also did not look like a submissive so she turned her attention to the other men. Two of other three were dressed similarly and were equally large and muscled.
    Balling up her hands, she swallowed hard in an attempt to keep from being sick. Then she swallowed again before looking over her shoulder toward the bar. Jackson was staring at her, his expression strangely blank.
    Turning back, she cleared her throat and decided to go with Whitney’s suggestion. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to speak slowly and clearly. “My Master wishes to know which of you has a talented tongue.”
    The men blinked and looked at one another before looking at her again.
    “And just who is your Master, sweetness?” This question came from the smallest of the four, though he was still several inches taller than she was. He wore torn blue jeans shorts that looked like a stiff wind would rip them from his body. Of the four, he was the least intimidating, even though he probably knew more than her and Jackson combined. Looking into his eyes, she saw a gentleness there that the other men didn’t have. If she had to choose, this was the man she wanted sharing her