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did from what was being done to Caroline.
    The two women had come over to his place with the intention of them all going on to a new club together, but had got carried away while getting changed. Caroline had been in her usual, mischievous mood, making jokes at the expense of both Adam and Elaine while she showered and patted herself down with the powder. Adam had finally allowed himself to rise to the bait and put her across his knee, spanking her until she was warm and rosy behind, but no less cheeky for it. By then, Elaine had been in her catsuit, and had decided to take her errant girlfriend in hand, tying her to the bed to have her face sat on.
    In the months since Adam’s introduction to the half-hidden world of fetishism and sadomasochistic sex, the boundaries of what was acceptable between the three of them had become well established.
    Elaine was inviolate, not to be touched by any man and seldom allowing even Caroline access to her naked flesh. When not in rubber she was cool, rather brittle and distant, almost as she had been when her relationship with Adam had been purely professional. Only once she was dressed did she allow herself to be more expressive, enjoying her dominance over Caroline and the easy, libertine atmosphere of the clubs they frequented.
    Caroline was another matter entirely, always full of life and mischief, smiling, laughing, seldom still, more often than not ready for fun, whether in her submissive role as Cakemix or her day-to-day life as a translator. She took an open delight in sex, sharing her favours between those she counted as friends. Only when she found somebody’s attitude distasteful did she become more reserved.
    As Elaine began to squirm her bottom slowly into Caroline’s face, Adam had no hesitation in unfastening his trousers and freeing his cock into his own grasp. He was already half-stiff, and he knew that the girls would have been more surprised if he hadn’t taken advantage of the situation in order to masturbate. Caroline in particular assumed he’d react to her, although it was her mistress’s latex-encased cheeks his eyes were fixed on as he began to stroke himself to full erection. Elaine heard his zip descend and twisted around, her mouth twitching into a wicked smile as she saw what he was doing.
    ‘Now you’re in trouble, Cakemix,’ she laughed. ‘You’ve got The Devil horny. What do you think, shall we put on a show for him, or shall I let him fuck you?’
    Caroline was too well smothered to make more than a muffled bubbling noise in response, while Elaine took no notice in any case.
    ‘I’m not sure,’ she went on as she began to gently rotate her bottom. ‘This is supposed to be a punishment, after all, and you enjoy cock far too much. You might even come, and that would never do, would it?’
    The response was a sudden, urgent squirming that made Caroline’s breasts and belly quiver, adding fresh blood to Adam’s rapidly expanding shaft. Elaine laughed and ground herself more firmly into Caroline’s face.
    ‘Oh no you don’t, you greedy little pig,’ she continued. ‘Just for once, I am going to indulge myself, as I know Adam’s a good boy and won’t take advantage – will you?’
    ‘Absolutely not,’ Adam assured her. ‘But what are you going to do?’
    ‘Queen her, properly,’ Elaine answered, now slightly breathless, ‘until I come in her face.’
    ‘I’d be privileged to watch,’ Adam answered, and began to pull firmly on his cock.
    He’d never seen Elaine come, and he watched in fascination as she began to peel down the red plastic zip that held her catsuit closed at the front. For one moment he thought she was going to strip, but she simply exposed the minimum required to bare her cunt into Caroline’s face, allowing him no more than a brief, teasing glimpse of shaved, pink flesh. Never had she shown herself so intimately in front of him, and he began to tug harder, already keen to come simply for the thought of her