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sensation, to have so many men working on her at once, teasing her, finding erogenous zones she did not know existed.
    Someone was drawing light patterns on the palm of her hand. Someone else was massaging her shoulders. A gentle slapping made her breasts jiggle. The man stimulating her toes now moved to her kneecap, making it tingle with the same lightly sucking kisses he had used on her foot. The hands working on her breasts teased insistently but avoided the two hard buds that she most wanted them to handle.
    She suppressed a groan of sheer frustration. She was wet and throbbing, aching for a male touch between her legs and on her nipples. The tall figure in black leather stood watching her from behind the blank black visor, legs braced apart. She could see his erection bulging against his zip and hoped he felt as sexily uncomfortable as she did.
    The fingers and tongues moved over her skin. She strained at the scarves that held her captive. Hands slid under her buttocks and lifted her slightly. Hands pushed her thighs wider apart. She imagined a tongue on her clitoris giving her relief but instead a mouth merely kissed her inner thighs. She moaned with delicious frustration.
    'You want them to fuck you, don't you?' The voice in her helmet startled her. 'Well, they're not going to do it, lady. Their job is to warm you up. When you want it badly enough you can try asking for it, and I might oblige.'
    A mouth nuzzled the underside of her breast, a tongue tickled her belly, another licked the sole of her foot.
    'You want it good and hard?' He was actually voicing her exact thoughts. 'Then beg for it. I want to hear you beg.'
    But a perverse obstinacy gripped her. If she didn't obey what else would he make them do to her? 'I won't beg,' she said defiantly. 'Never!'
    He laughed. 'Enjoying yourself too much, are you? Let's see how you like it when it gets a bit rougher.' She heard the outside speaker click on. 'Gentlemen, turn her ladyship over. And then get to work. Warm up her ass for me.'
    The scarves were loosened. They lifted her bodily, forced her to straddle the bike face down and retied her wrists to the handlebars. She stood with her legs braced apart. But not for long. They caught her ankles lifting her feet from the ground, stretching her out. She felt the cool chrome of the petrol tank against her breasts, the smoothness of the saddle between her thighs.
    'Lefs see how you like this/ James Sinclair's voice said politely in her ears.
    The hand that landed on her bottom made her yelp as much in surprise as pain. The slaps that followed were hard and stinging. Watched by the blank visored man in leathers they took it in turns to give her a thorough spanking. And they made no secret of the fact that they were enjoying every minute of it, enjoying the way she struggled, the way her body reacted, the way her hips jerked when she tried unsuccessfully to evade the undignified punishment. But whichever way she wriggled and twisted the descending hands always found their target and left their glowing pink imprint on her flesh.
    She guessed they were probably turned on by the noises she was making too, and she knew her gasps, squeals and protests were quite clear to Sinclair although he did not seem in the least bit inclined to heed them.
    And did she really want him to? Not just yet, she startled herself by thinking. She had never been spanked before but it was arousing her as intensely as all the previous sexual tricks she had been subjected to. She was wet and her swollen clitoris ached for relief.
    She remembered Georgie. Was this how Georgie had felt when her dyke friend up-ended her? No wonder she went back for more. As each hand landed her vagina clenched and unclenched. Her moans took on a new urgency. Finally she gasped: 'Make them stop.'
    'I thought you were enjoying it?' He sounded faintly mocking, pretending surprise.
    'Just stop,' she groaned. She knew she could not bear this mounting sexual tension for much