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“But?” How the hell could she make that happen? Her pussy was soaking, she wore no knickers, the dress was made of silky material, which would show the tiniest spot of moisture.

“There is no but, Cass. Now go and sit down.” He went to the sink and washed his hands. “I’ll fry the steaks and bring them in shortly.” He paused. “And if there is dampness when I inspect your dress later, there will be trouble.”

Cassandra stared at his wide shoulders, his neat hips and his small buttocks encased in dark denim. Much as she liked to obey, she had no idea how he thought she’d succeed at this task.

But maybe that was what he wanted.

Perhaps, tonight, disobedience was the fun, and trouble the treat.

Chapter Three

Cassandra sat at the dining table squeezing her internal muscles as tight as she could. The moisture there was coating her pussy lips but maybe she could prevent more from seeping out and marking her dress—though chances were it was already spoilt with a dark patch.

“These pictures are beautiful,” Sir said, shutting the book after spending all the time since finishing dessert looking through it.

“Yes, and they don’t do it justice,” Sarah said, taking the large hardback. “The real thing is simply stunning. We felt so relaxed when we came home, didn’t we, James?”

“Yes, completely rejuvenated,” James said. He drained the brandy Sir had poured him. “You really should go there for a break, the two of you. If you’re anything like us you’d love it.”

“If you enjoyed it then I’m sure we would.” Sir looked at her. “What do you think, Cass? Would you like to feel the sea on your body, the waves washing over your toes?”

Oh God, as if she wasn’t wet enough. Here he was talking about the ocean. “Yes,” she said quietly. “It would be heavenly.” She was beginning to ache from tensing, from trying to keep the moisture in. But what if she had to stand, go to the kitchen? She was pretty sure there was already a wet patch, but if there wasn’t and she gave up now…

“A holiday does us all good,” Sarah said. “We all work hard.”

“Indeed.” Sir gestured to James’ glass. “Would you like another?”

“Oh no, thank you.” He glanced at his watch. “In fact, we really should be going. Have you finished your coffee, Sarah?”

“Yes, thank you.” Sarah looked at Cassandra and smiled. “Thank you for a really wonderful evening.”

“Thank you for coming. It’s nice to be able to chat without work getting in the way. The phone ringing all the time or Boris shouting for us to do something.” Sarah laughed.

“You’re right there.”?James stood and pushed his chair in neatly.

Sir did the same.

So did Sarah.

Sir looked at Cassandra.

She had no choice but to stand, but if she it right, she could keep her back to the wall.?Taking a deep breath, she stood. As she did so she was aware of dampness spreading over her folds. Her orgasm had left its mark, she was sure.

Oh, God. How embarrassing.

Sir talked about a new movie just out at the cinema as he helped Sarah into her coat. He then passed James his jacket and clasped his hand on his shoulder. “Great to see you again, James. Let’s not leave it so long until next time.”

“We’ll light the barbecue at ours. Come round soon,” James said, his voice a little slurry— he’d consumed the most alcohol out of them all.

Sarah plucked her car keys from her coat and dangled them in the air. “Good job I’m driving.” She laughed. “Come on, you.”

Cassandra laughed too, but not for long. The little outburst had released a gush of moisture.Damn it.If only she had knickers on and a dress that wasn’t so absorbent.

But she should be okay. They were leaving now, no one would see. Except for Sir.

Oh, what would he say? What would he do?

Cassandra was both nervous and a little giddy with anticipation.

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