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“She will be dying by the time I finish with her” came the smirking reply, and as both men gave a callous laugh, I felt my knees quake and my stomach turned over. What was going to happen to me?

I had heard their voices and the callous way that they had talked about me, and now I heard the rattle of John’s key in the door. My heart aflutter, I waited with trepidation for my unknown adventure to begin – would I be the same ever again?

The door opened and my wonderful John stepped inside, looked at me and said, “You look absolutely stunning my love,” and took me in his arms and gave me the most loving and sensuous of kisses that seemed to last for ever. Finally he pulled away and holding my hand turned me to face the stranger standing in the doorway.

Like John, he was in his late 50s, 6 feet tall, well built but not going to fat, greying dark hair and small goatee of pepper and salt colouring. His eyes were dark and piercing and were staring hard at me with barely concealed lust.

I pulled myself together, stepped forward and leaned towards him to give him a welcoming peck on the cheek. “John has told me so much about you, I have been so looking forward to meeting you,” I said in what seemed a very weak voice to me.

He placed his hands on each of my hips, held me at arms length, and said in a growling, sex-driven voice said, “Delighted to meet you at last – I have seen and heard so much about you too” (my embarrassment showed in my blushing face) “You are even more delightful in real life than you are in your photos and videos.” (Oh god! He really had seen everything!)

We went into the lounge and they sat on either side of the room, Rob positioned on the couch where John indicated he should sit, and John in his favourite armchair. It meant I had to move between the two of them as I served their pre-dinner drinks and canapés, bending over to serve each of them so that my already short dress rode up and revealed my stocking tops to the one behind me – just as John had obviously planned when he chose this dress and sat themselves in these positions.

When I had served both, and given Rob an extended view of my stocking clad legs as John kept me bending while he chose his canapés, I took my own glass of champagne and went to sit in the spare chair. “No my dear, “said a hard edged voice, “sit next to our guest.”

I did as I was told and sat down, the low seat now pushing my dress up my thighs and as I crossed my legs I could see John’s knowing smirk as he looked up my dress and saw my stockinged thighs flashing to him as if they were in on the conspiracy.

As we chatted Rob leaned towards me, placed his hot hand on my thigh and began to tell me how much he had enjoyed looking at my photos and videos over the months, and how envious he was of John to have such a willing and sexy partner, his hand gradually moving further up my thigh and under my dress as he spoke.

John just watched and then began to remind him of particular photos he had especially