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more than she was comfortable with. What might it feel like? She imagined the thin webbing of her thumb and found herself stroking it absently and then clasping her hands, to avoid the embarrassment of discovery.
    Did she want what Chantal had? That kind of strength? She was undoubtedly skilled and forward without apology. She was certainly an expert lover. Melting Ludovic's cool exterior and turning him into a quivering boy.
    The woman hovered over his cock, gripping it around its base and, trapping Hilary in her steely gaze, slipped her mouth over it, suckling the tip, sliding her tongue underneath the thin membrane of foreskin. She flicked the underside, nibbling at the loose flesh, pulling at the scruff gently with her teeth.
    Hilary stared. She was amazed at the skill at which the woman worked over the man's huge endowment. And all the while, Ludovic gripped the arms of his chair, his knuckles turning white, as Chantal took him as far as she could into her mouth and then when she hit the back of her throat, gagged slightly—the first sign that she was human, after all.
    Chantal released his prick with a wet smack and grinned at Hilary. “It's big,” she said, winking saucily.
    “ No shit,” Hilary mumbled.
    Chantal grinned all the more and took him deep again, pistoning her mouth up and down his slick, tumescent shaft.
    Ludo cried out. “Yes! Yes, Chantal!”
    At which, point Chantal, dick in mouth, made a point to glance knowingly at Hilary, as if to say, “See? Watch this pussy squirm.”
    Hilary flinched, her eyes shot toward the open door, wondering if someone could have heard. But, then again, who would care? This scenario was likely playing out in every other room at Balustrade, possibly out in the hallways. She wasn’t sure how she’d missed the part in the discussion of the retreat that referred to it as a fuckfest. That probably would have stood out and, really, the logic of it perplexed her. 
    B ut, now, sitting there and watching Chantal and Ludovic, their passion for the act palpable, Hilary found herself wondering where Jack was at that moment. Was he waiting for her back in the room, dozing from the drugged tea?
    As Chantal bobbed in Ludovic's lap, Hilary imagined greeting Jack similarly when she returned to their suite, waking him from a soft slumber with her mouth on his organ, feeling him harden in her mouth. Taking the kind of control that he usually asserted and turning it on its head, so to speak.
    Wait. What? What the hell was happening to her?
    Chantal’s sucking became more feverish and Hilary found she could not look away, the woman slurped loudly, intentionally, murmuring her satisfaction in quick gasps of air, gripping Ludovic’s cock low, exposing his bulbous head fully and lapping him from balls to piss slit. He stroked the woman’s flaxen locks gently at first and then gripped a handful tightly pushing himself as far into her throat as his big cock would fit. Chantal gagged a bit but didn’t stop—though, in true dominant style, she reached up and flung his hand away from her hair. An act that only served to stoke the fire burning between Hilary’s legs.
    “ Don’t touch yourself,” Ludo said, glaring in her direction, though his eyes were cloudy.
    The words surprised Hilary and it took a moment to realize that her hand had crept to her own pussy, that she was slowly circling the outline of her labia beneath her silk panties. She startled and stabbed her hands under her legs.
    Ludovic's heavily lidded dark eyes closed briefly as he turned his attention back to Chantal and her mesmerizing work. Moments later, his thighs quivered, his knees arched up as he pushed up onto the balls of his feet and began to whimper. The sound was soft, higher than his natural voice and totally out of control.
    Hilary clutched her robe tight around her and turned her head away, in a half-hearted attempt to avoid Ludo's moment of fruition. Or was it Chantal's triumph over the man ? Hilary supposed