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which seemed incredibly loud.
    My cock was a fat, swollen slab of meat when I touched it, and I could have easily jerked myself off in ten seconds without seeing another thing. Just imagining Summer's lips parting to say the word fuck next to Sandro's ear.
    The promise was that I would let her be in control of everything. That I would not interfere, once things were going. It was Summer's show, and I would let it happen.
    I took my hand away from my cock, and let the throbbing pain wash over me. I had to wait.
    I could hear their bodies moving in the hallway. They were colliding with each other, kissing. The sounds were wet and animal, like two wild boars coming through the bushes.
    I closed my eyes.

 
    C HAPTER 8 : In the Closet
     
    When I opened my eyes they had arranged themselves in the room next to the bed.
    Summer gave him the seductive smile, and traced her pink tongue over her upper lip. Slowly. She was looking right at him.  
    Her hand moved down her dress. It was tight against her body until it flared at the bottom, and it was impossible not to watch her shapely hand as it followed her curves, like she was giving a preview of all the places he could go.
    Then her other hand fell to her side, and they both lifted the dress from the bottom.
    It peeled from her body in one smooth motion, turning inside out as rose up. First her thighs, shapely and feminine, ending in white lace and satin boy-cut panties, so thin that I could see the dark mahogany of her curls through the material. Up went the dress, and her stomach appeared.
    Her breasts, encased in matching white satin and lace, filled the cups of her bra and were pressed together as she pulled the dress over her head. They were toffee-colored from her tan and the light of the late Roman evening. When she shook the dress away, her hair spilled over her shoulders, equally silky and shiny, like her lingerie.
    Sandro had moved closer to her, and I could almost feel the heat radiating off of him. He pulled his own shirt off, and I was treated to the view of his toned and muscled back. I watched Summer's eyes moved over his body with pleasure.
    She moved, in two neat steps, back to the bed, and tucked her knees underneath of her to get onto it in a kneeling position. Her eyes were on Sandro's face now, probably meeting his own eyes. She was reeling him in like a very big fish.
    But Sandro, I knew, needed no extra reeling. He could see what I could see: the round, full flesh that filled the white satin cups, the hips that held up the silky panties, just barely. He knew what was underneath them, and that he would feel her pussy wrapped around his cock, wet and hot, in just a few minutes. 
    Could this actually be happening?
    Sandro was unbuckling his belt with one hand. With the other he reached behind Summer's head and worked his big, strong fingers into her hair. He pulled on her hair to tip her head back, to face his gaze.
    Summer, who had only moments before been the leader of this seduction, was now being taken into his control. I knew how it happened; I had seen it before. Sandro the snake-charmer, Sandro the alpha wolf. Sandro with his blue eyes that let nothing and no one escape.
    Summer responded by opening her mouth lightly, and smiling. But her own power was gone. It was plain to see that now Sandro would be the one to call the shots. And Summer loved it. She was giving herself over to him completely.
    I knew the look. Sabrina's face, as it had also changed, was burned forever in my mind.
    Now I wanted to stand up and knock down the crazy closet door. A dark turn had taken place, and I was feeling more pain than pleasure turning in my chest. Click, click, click, like a medieval torture device, and now I had clicked too far.
    But it was too late, and I could see that. Nothing would come of stopping them now. Summer was seduced, just like that. Just like all women were seduced by Sandro.
    Maybe it was nature. We were all just programmed to play the sexual role