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coupled with the stimulation of Philippe's mouth as he explored my secret places from clit to anus and back, I was overwhelmed with sensual stimulations.
    This time there was no stopping. The shudders started deep within my body and flowed to the opening where a warm tongue now probed. I jerked as if shocked, twitched and bucked and writhed as wave after wave of shattering climax rolled through me.
    Every time I thought it was almost over, something else would set me off again. Philippe sucked at my clit; Linds licked up my calf; Philippe thrust two fingers into my cunt and worked them around; Linds pressed my foot between her tits where the stiff material of her bustier abraded my sole and then rubbed against it so I felt her hard nipples. My toes curled involuntarily. She laughed then, as sexy a sound as I'd ever heard.
    I think I am going mad--stark staring crazy-insane mad!

Chapter 3
     
    I lay there too shattered to move when they both finally stopped. The bed rocked again and I sensed that the two of them had changed places. Oh my, was Linds going to eat me also? Perhaps I tensed slightly at this notion, suddenly resenting the blindfold that kept me from seeing what was going to occur.
    No, I was sure it was Linds between my knees, but something warm and larger than fingers pushed at the opening of my cunt. It certainly felt like a cock. My head spun with confusion. No, it couldn't be. Was Linds a cross dresser, a male in disguise? But what...
    Then she leaned down to rest her body against mine and I felt her nipples, jutting from the bustier to press against me. The leather or vinyl of her skimpy garments was slick and felt almost cold against my heated flesh, although her skin was warm. Yet there was no question that a cock was probing into my pussy.
    My hands were still linked by the handcuffs and I still held both arms above my head. I wanted to use my hands to try to discover just what was going on, but there was no way I could. I rolled my head back and forth in frustration, even as I felt another orgasm starting to build inside me. I'd never been fucked quite so deeply before. It almost hurt, but the pain was exquisite.
    All at once a picture from one of the naughty magazines leaped into my mind: a busty woman wearing a harness that held a make-believe penis! Was Linds doing me with a strap-on dildo? It must be. But it felt so real, so life-like.
    I'd rather it was Philippe, but damn, the pleasure was amazing! Linds moved in such a way that the dildo seemed to twist and rotate every direction in my channel. Obviously she was getting off too because her breathing kept getting faster. Then she began to moan as tremors wracked her body. I felt that clearly as she rested atop me. I think we both climaxed at the same time. She lay there panting for a few seconds and then drew away, pulling her faux cock from me as she went.
    I pictured Philippe watching us and had to wonder what he was thinking. He'd made me come first, but I'd have expected him to want to fuck me immediately after that. Perhaps he had to let Linds get off first, though. It seemed they had some kind of arrangement about all this and had done it often enough before. The whole idea still boggled my brain, but I was having a fantastic time and gaining some amazing lessons toward my real education. How could I complain?
    Again the bed shifted and I caught a whiff of his distinctive scent, coupled with the pungent odors of sex, an instant before his furred chest rubbed against my bare tits. New excitement shimmered through me then. His hands slid along the sides of my face, holding my head still. "Would you like your eyes back, Geri?"
    I nodded. "Please," I said.
    He yanked the scarf away, pulling hair in the process, but I was so happy to regain the use of my vision that I hardly noticed. Next he reached up and pushed something on the side of the cuffs so they released as well. My arms were almost too numb to move, as if I had slept on them.
    He rubbed my