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always seemed to be a man’s fantasy—two women.
Why would she want to have two men to worry about when one was a big enough
nuisance?
    She bit her lower lip and tried to still the voice of
anxiety chattering in her head. If she didn’t lose the negative attitude, she
didn’t stand a chance.
    The golden god, Brad—no, Master C, she needed to
remember—moved behind her and she twisted to see what he was doing. He stood at
the table with the toys on it, but she couldn’t turn far enough to tell what he
was up to. She heard him shift objects around, and then he approached, standing
so close she felt his breath on her shoulders.
    “You want to learn if someone can fill your needs without
being asked, right?” he said.
    “Yes, Master C.”
    “Be free to enjoy an evening without planning it all
yourself?”
    “Yes Master.” He was describing her wants practically word
for word from her list. Hearing him speak them aloud made her understand
submission as Mistress Marla described it. Lori wasn’t bending to someone
else’s desires, she was looking for someone who matched her needs. Finding the
man who wanted what she was willing to give, and who was willing to give in
return.
    “Tonight is not about taking orders, being told what to do.
It’s about not giving orders. Do you understand the difference?” Master Q
asked.
    “Yes Sir.”
    “Tell me the difference.”
    “I’m not going to tell you what I want you to do. I’m going
to trust that I’ll be satisfied by what you decide to do.”
    “Very good.”
    Something as soft as a whisper brushed across her shoulders
and she gasped. What a sensation, like butterfly kisses flitting across her
skin. Master C swept the tool back and forth on her upper back. His gravelly
voice heated her insides. “Pleasure comes in many ways. The entire body is a
sex organ if you let it be. Close your eyes and focus on the feeling of the
feather.”
    She did. The feather stroked down her shoulder and up her
raised arm, and returned to repeat the trip on the other arm. A wake of
gooseflesh flowed outward from the touch. He circled her, moving to her
chest—first the flat upper part, then skirting the slopes pushed up by the
bustier. Her nipples tightened as her areolas wrinkled, the rest of her breasts
swelling. The leather top grew uncomfortable as she filled the cups completely.
Automatically she tugged her right arm to reach for the zipper, wanting to feel
the feather on the rest of her breasts.
    Realization that she wanted to bare her breasts to Brad made
her freeze. She tried to put him out of her mind and focus again on the
feather.
    “Stop fighting it. That won’t get you anywhere. Relax and
let us work. For now, just feel. Do you like it?”
    “Yes Sir.” She wasn’t sure who spoke, since she still had
her eyes closed. It sounded more like the buttery-smooth tones of Master Q.
Both men orbited continuously around her. She heard their shoes squeak on the
floor, became aware of their shifting energy, but only one continued to touch
her, if only through the feather.
    That changed when the constraint of her bustier released as
the zipper lowered. Sucking in her stomach, she straightened. The need building
in her from the feather on her chest evaporated at the thought of being seen by
both men. She licked her lips to keep from speaking.
    The bustier fell away and the men’s breathing audibly
altered. The shorter, faster breaths somehow made her feel attractive. They
liked what they saw. Could she open her eyes yet? She needed to see their
reactions.
    Braving punishment, she blinked. Neither man was in front of
her. She bit her lower lip. So much for her ego. No one was looking at her
breasts. She twisted again to see what they were doing.
    “Pleasure can be reached by many routes,” said Master C as
he walked around and stood in front of her. He traced the outline of her areola
with one finger, pinched and pulled gently. “This will hurt for a moment but
you will keep