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her sated body relaxed. Sighing contentedly, she kept her eyes closed as she softened her touches and calmly stroked her now sore, reddened nipples while allowing her fingers a leisurely exploration of her vagina, enjoying the soft, warm, damp feel of her inner walls.
    Cock in hand, Jack moved away from the doorway before Morgan came to her senses and saw him. Feeling guilty about leaving after her abrupt introduction into his lifestyle, he returned up stairs and then followed the sounds of her moans and gasps to his bedroom. His anger at her ignoring his instructions again quickly evaporated at the sight of her full breasts, tight, reddened nipples and the wet, pink folds of her pussy.
    It took every ounce of willpower he had to escape into the hall bathroom instead of joining her on that bed and letting his hard cock replace her fingers. Leaning one hand against the wall above the commode, he jacked off with his other, the image of Morgan’s lush body writhing on his bed, her hands busy doing everything he longed to do to her body spurring him on. It only took seconds for him to stroke himself to climax, his fist tightening around his cock as he fought to suppress his groan of pleasure. His orgasm seemed to go on and on, ripping from his balls all the way up his spine and leaving him shaking and making him realize he was in deep shit where Morgan was concerned.
    On one hand, he knew it would be best if he packed her off tomorrow. But on the other, the one still stroking his still hard cock, now that he had seen her response to her first spanking, how the hell could he send her away without exploring her depths further? Swearing profusely, he zipped up his jeans, washed his hands and quietly left the bathroom. Ever since that girl was seven years old, she had been able to twist him up in knots. He was very much afraid the time had come for him to quit running from her and to confront his feelings and his lust. And that just pissed him off more.
    Returning to the club room he saw that things were winding down and there were several couples ready to be escorted back to their cabins. Between him and Marc, it took over an hour to make sure everyone got back to their cabins safely and arrangements were made to meet for skiing. The snow was still coming down, but it was lessening and tomorrow looked like it could be a great day for the slopes.
    “That should take care of everyone,” Jack said as he returned to the club room and started to shrug out of his snow covered coat.
    “Good, I’m beat,” Marc replied from behind the bar where he was wiping it down. “They were pretty enthusiastic tonight, but, thankfully, there weren’t any problems. Had to remind a few of them to loosen some restraints and as always, had to keep an eye on . His eagerness to please is going to land him in trouble one of these days, especially if he gets paired with the wrong dom.”
    “Yeah, I noticed that.” Taking a seat at the bar, Jack nodded his thanks when Marc slid a glass of whiskey to him. Neither Marc nor he ever drank until the evening wound down, wanting to be alert to any potential problems. Limiting everyone else’s drinks helped ensure the safety of their BDSM play.
    Leaning muscled arms on the bar, Marc asked him, “Want to tell me about the pretty brunette with the nice ass you had over your lap earlier?”
    “Morgan.” Just her name said it all as Jack knew it would. Even though he’d never met her, Marc knew all about Morgan and Jack’s battle to keep their relationship strictly platonic.
    “Wow. Your descriptions didn’t do her justice. From what I saw, she’s a real cutie with a killer body. A lethal combination.”
    “Tell me about it. And it looks like I’m stuck with her for a few days.” Jack downed his drink, wondering if Morgan was asleep yet. He sure as hell wasn’t going back upstairs until she was.
    Marc chuckled unsympathetically. “You’ve had a hard on for that girl for ten years. Don’t you think