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her bottom and pulled her onto his mouth. She
made a throaty noise as his lips found her clitoris and dropped a
hand to his groin.
    For two
minutes there was no conversation, just moans and grunts and the
rude slick-slick of fingers and tongue on slippery genitals and the
agitation of Marianne's feet as they squirmed on the polished
wooden floor. She came with a sharp cry on Tom's tongue and then
again as he pushed a finger between her buttocks and up into her
arsehole.
    'Christ,' she
muttered, breaking away from his embrace, 'it's no good, I've got
to have it up me.'
    She climbed
onto the bed and straddled his loins, carefully avoiding the tubes
still attached to his flesh. There was a metal hoist above the bed
and she took hold of it with one hand while the other aimed his
swollen member at the hungry nook between her thighs.
    The hoist
could have been specifically designed for this very activity. Given
the nature of the exclusive medical facilities supplied by
Partridge Place this would not have surprised either Tom or
Marianne. But for the moment they were only concerned with the
friction of cock in cunt, with the jostling of slim white thighs on
muscular hairy ones and with the approaching moment of release as
the spunk gathered in Tom's balls and Marianne's hairless pussy
wept in anticipation.
    At the door,
her face pressed tight to the small crack which afforded her a
perfect view, Nurse Biscuit gazed on in wonder.
    And in a dark
room on the floor above, a thin-lipped Dr Flint made notes in a
small black book. In front of her, among a bank of television
monitors, flickered the image of an ambitious TV weather girl
suspended on a well-known businessman's cock.
     
     

Chapter
6
     
    Petra was not
much of an expert with a video camera.
    'It doesn't
matter,' said Cassie. 'Just get an establishing shot of what we're
up to and then zoom in on my face when things hot up. You press
this little red button here.'
    Philippe was
not happy about the filming. He lolled against the doorframe
dressed in a purple tracksuit with a towel round his neck. Petra
had often admired the size of Cassie's luxury kitchen but somehow
Philippe's presence seemed to shrink the room. He was so big his
head looked like it might graze the ceiling if he stood up
straight. His black hair was cropped to his scalp and his jaw was
square like a comic-book hero. Tortoise-shell spectacles gave him a
professorial air - a professor of muscle.
    'You will keep
my face out of ze shot,' he said to Petra.
    'Don't worry,
Philippe,' said Cassie, 'this is just for my personal use. I've
asked Petra to film the exercises so Chastity can provide an
insight into my reactions.'
    Philippe
didn't look altogether mollified, thought Petra, but the mention of
Chastity's name put an end to his objections.
    'OK,' he said,
flinging off his tracksuit to reveal an awe-inspiring physique
barely contained by a canary-coloured singlet and blue jockey
shorts. 'Let's get to it.'
    'Don't you
find him a bit intimidating?' muttered Petra as she followed Cassie
out of the room but her friend did not appear to hear. It was
evident she was under his spell.
    Petra had
expected the action to take place in Cassie's bedroom but to her
surprise she found herself in another room which was kitted out as
a gym. A rowing machine and an exercise bicycle stood in one
corner, dusty from disuse she noted, and a large rubber mat lay on
the floor. Cassie and Philippe took up positions facing one another
and, to the blare of a disco beat, began what looked like a series
of aerobic exercises.
    ' Allez, allez! ' yelled Philippe as Cassie bounced up and down, her red hair
flying and her substantial breasts jingling.
    Petra aimed
the camcorder and filmed a few feet. There didn't seem much point
in continuing, however - surely Cassie didn't want a record of
this?
    Then the music
slowed and the pair of them began to stretch their limbs in a
languorous fashion and make balletic arabesques.
    ' Ah, oui ,'
growled