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his head between my legs. He held my thighs and started licking my pussy, the crack in my cheeks. My bottom was in flames but his moist tongue made the fire go down.
    I was standing upside down on my hands, my back straight , my legs bent at an odd angle. Nahume gripp ed me by the waist so that I didn ' t lose balance. He was like a piston making me wetter and wetter. My arms had started to ache. His tongue was a little animal burrowing so fervently into my pussy something totally humiliating happened. I started to climax. I pushed back and he kept going deeper inside me. I had been crying and now I was yelling, yes, yes, yes. Spasms were vibrating through me and my whole body turned liquid as I erupted in orgasm. I was ashamed and contented.
    He rolled back on the bed. We were a mass of arms and legs. Then he sprang forward to his feet and undressed, dropping his clothes on the floor. He licked his fingers and smoothed back his moustache. There was barely any hair on his body and his cock was long and brown with a shiny purple head.
    I lay flat on the bedcover and he straddled me, squirming forward. He propped a pillow under my head. I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, and he started to pump in and out of my mouth like a piston . My bottom was hurting again, but the rest of me was calm and I was thinking , everything I had learned that year was correct : the pleasure of sex is all the greater when it is forbidden or illicit, that the satisfaction of an affair comes from the secrets and lies that have to be told , that transgression is the triumph of the human spirit .
    He kept going, in and out, my jaw was beginning to ache, then he stiffened, his body shuddered and my throat filled with warm foamy semen with a taste of foreign food and far away places. I swallowed it down. He pulled out and looked at me closely .
    ' Camilla, ' he said and I nodded guiltily. ' You good girl. '
    That was it.
    I washed my face, dressed, slid the five red £50 notes into my bag and took my bunch of pink roses . He watched, lying across the bed, one hand behind his head, the other combing his pubic hair.
    ' Here, ' he waggled his finger and I approached. There was a notepad and pen on the beside table. ' You put your number, ' he said.
    I was about to do so when I remembered Camilla ' s number, an easy sequence of sevens, fives and threes, and that ' s what I wrote.
    Was there a slight spring in my step as I made my way down the long corridor to the lift? The doors opened. I pressed the large green G for ground floor and looked at myself in the mirror. There was a discreet smile at the corners of my lips and my eyes were bright and glossy.
    I stepped out, glanced at the girl at the reception desk, the same one I had seen earlier, and trotted down the steps. I was about to cross the road when a horn tooted and a car pulled up . Camilla Hunt was at the wheel . Quentin Quoyle was at her side. He jumped out , bowed theatrically and opened the rear door for me.
    'When Miss Good e is good she is very, very good. And when she is bad she is wicked.'

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