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down—’ She mimed the action of cradling a heavy breast with one claw-like hand.
    Sarah had to get away from the insane woman. Her fingers were on the door handle, and as the hag shuffled closer Sarah pulled it open and hastily slipped out into the busy foyer, her heart pounding in her chest.
    She began to tremble, and tried to relax now that there were other people around. Had stepping into Casswell’s debauched world launched her into a way of life from which there was no escape? What was it that the old woman had seen in her face that had told her so much? Sarah swallowed hard, tears forming in her eyes. She wondered if there was any way she could tell Doctor Casswell about her bizarre encounter.
    The hotel was busy. The doctor was waiting for her in the bar and looked up at her arrival, a smile of approval on his face. His expression remained consistent as Sarah approached, and she felt a strange flurry of affection and desire that puzzled her. He handed her a glass of wine and indicated the stool beside him.
    ‘You look wonderful,’ he complimented as she positioned herself elegantly beside him. He lowered his voice conspiratorially, ‘And you performed exceptionally well with our young friends earlier.’ Sarah blushed yet again and glanced anxiously around to see if anybody was within hearing distance. Leaning a little closer, he slid a hand onto her stockinged thigh and eased her legs a little apart, his eyes firmly fixed on hers.
    She understood his mute command and relaxed her legs, opening for him, submitting to the path of his exploration. The confident smile of approval widened. The brazen hand inched higher. One long finger grazed the plump lips of her sex.
    He kissed her cheek lightly and whispered in her ear, ‘Don’t worry, no one can see what I’m doing.’ As he opened her wider still, Sarah struggled to retain some shred of composure, but found it almost impossible. She sipped the glass of wine while he casually ordered lunch, the barman clearly unaware that the suave customer whose order he was taking at that moment had his fingertip lodged just inside the gorgeous girl beside him.
    Sarah averted her eyes from the barman to hide her secret shame, and was mortified to spy an elderly gentleman studying them intently. His attention was on her legs, and where Casswell’s arm disappeared between their two bodies. She groaned quietly with despair.
    ‘We’re being watched,’ she whispered, reddening furiously.
    Casswell’s expression did not falter. ‘I’ve already told you, Sarah, you may speak only when spoken to.’
    Sarah tensed as his fingers idly stroked the contours of her sex. ‘But…’ her voice faded as she caught his eye and quickly looked down, hoping he would take it as a gesture of apology.
    Casswell checked the gentleman for himself, and then moved closer still. ‘Why don’t we show our friend what it is he’s so desperate to see?’ he whispered, and before Sarah could protest he lifted her skirt. The exposure, though lasting no more than a split second, was total, and emblazoned upon Sarah’s mind; an image of her sex being displayed for the old lecher by Casswell’s fingers.
    The gentleman smiled and lifted his glass in silent salute. Casswell acknowledged him with a nod, and then turned his attention back to his wine and his flustered companion.
    Sarah could feel the old man’s eyes upon her. She could almost taste his expectation, and longed for the waiter to come and tell them their table was ready. She could hardly believe what was happening to her, and wondered again if it was all one bizarre dream.
    The waiter appeared at Casswell’s shoulder, giving her some relief from her spinning thoughts. ‘Excuse me sir; table for two?’
    Casswell nodded and took Sarah’s hand.
    The meal was undeniably superb, and Sarah gradually felt the tension easing. They ate in the elegant dining room at a secluded table, and Doctor Rigel Casswell was the perfect companion.
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