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her, and she tasted herself on his tongue. He palmed her bare ass again. “We’d better go before I throw you across your kitchen table and fuck you right here, right now.”
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    John’s gut tightened when they reached Aaron’s place. The closer he came to the time to share Elsie, the more he felt like resisting. Strange. He glanced at her and she seemed a little rigid as she sat against the butter-soft leather seat of his Jag. She was so Goddamn beautiful, it was like a punch to his solar plexus to look at her.
    The way she’d swept her hair up exposed her delicate neck, making him want to explore it with his mouth and fingertips. Her makeup was applied just enough to accent her high cheekbones, and her full lips were a glossy deep red, begging to be kissed.
    Aaron had an expansive home in the Foothills and a hefty bank account from his talent for stock trading. He’d ridden the last wave to its peak and bailed before the market had crashed. John managed to pull out before it was too late, but not quite as soon as Aaron had. The man had enough cash to have the most “interesting” parties.
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    John parked the Jag off to the side of the wide, circular driveway, behind a row of other vehicles. Most were luxury cars, as the guests ran in the same circle as Aaron and John. What happened in Aaron’s home stayed in Aaron’s home. No one who participated in these particular get-togethers had any intention of sharing their activities with anyone outside their circle.
    John walked around the front of his Jag to the passenger side of the vehicle, opened the door and helped Elsie step from the car. It took all his restraint not to pin her against the car and fuck her on the hood, voyeurs be damned. Considering she was wearing no underwear beneath that sexy little dress, all he’d have to do would be unzip his jeans, pull out his cock, throw her on the hood while pushing up her dress and drive into her core.
    He shook the images off, took Elsie’s hand and headed across the cobblestone driveway to Aaron’s home.

    Elsie held her free hand to her belly and gripped John’s hand tight as they walked into the foyer of a gorgeous home that looked as if it had come right out of the pages of a magazine. A chandelier glittered overhead and in front of her spread a luxurious room with a sweeping staircase, oil paintings gracing the walls and fine works of art arranged throughout the room.
    People mingled, sipping glasses of wine and eating tiny sandwiches, crackers with pâté, cheeses of all varieties, fruit and elegant miniature desserts. John introduced her around and some men kissed the back of her hand where others simply shook it.
    Laughter and chatter whirled around her and the room smelled of perfumes, cologne and food.
    It was like no kind of bondage party she’d ever been to, especially with the way these people were dressed. They looked like they were simply at an upscale social event with lots of sequins, diamonds and other jewels. But there were subtle differences. Such as women wearing extremely short dresses that barely covered their asses, incredibly 35
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    plunging necklines and obviously no bras as many of the women’s nipples were large, hard and obvious. Beneath some dresses she could tell they had on nipple rings from the soft outline of the material. She wondered what else these people might be wearing under their clothing.
    Another clue was that a number of women wore collars, but so were some of the men. Most of the men wore jeans or nice slacks or black leather. There were no obvious piercings or other signs that these people were involved in the fetish world.
    The home was two stories, and she noticed men and women coming from upstairs looking a bit rumpled and walking a little funny, as if they’d just been paddled.
    Thoughts of what might be going on up there made her wetter between the thighs.
    Maybe she should have worn underwear.
    John guided her through the