“Oh my dears, that was lovely! Such a beautifulobeisance,” Lady Tam-tam exclaimed, beaming at Trin. “And the kiss on the mouthat the end…did you teach him that?”

“Um, no. That was…his own idea.” Trin felt flushedall over, her pulse racing and her breath coming short. Why did her body reactto the big Havoc this way? Was it simply the embarrassment of having to performin front of a crowd? Or something else?

ExceptThracewas the one doing the performing, wasn’t he? whispereda little voice in her ear. You just stood there and let him act on you…lethim do things you know aren’t right.

Trin tried to push it away. What was done wasdone—the important thing now was just getting through dinner.

“Well, be seated my dears,” Lady Tam-tam directed,nodding at the high-backed chair suspended from the ceiling beside her. “Theservers are about to bring the first course—I wouldn’t want you to miss it.”

“Of…of course.” Trin cleared her throat and lookedat Thrace.“Let’s be seated.”

“Of course, mistress.” Copying the other couples atthe table, the big Havoc seated himself in the swinging chair, which seemedsurprisingly stable, and patted his thighs. “Well? Come on, Mistress.”

Trin started to sit down…but then she hesitated.Her dress was still open in front and back, baring her ass and Thracewas still wearing the leather trousers with no crotch. Only the thin black silkloincloth he wore belted around his trim waist covered that area. And it wasclear from the hard ridge of flesh rising under the black silk that he wasaroused.

“Sorry,” he growled when she looked at him. “Can’thelp it. Kissing you makes me hard.”

Lady Tam-tam noticed Trin’s dilemma as well.

“Oh my—it seems your love-slave truly cares foryou,” she said, smiling at Trin. “You lucky girl! Don’t be shy—go on and sit inhis lap. Ask Lady Needra to your left if you need any pointers.” Shenodded at Thrace’serection significantly and giggled like a naughty school girl.

“Um, thank you, Lady Tam-tam,” Trin said weakly.

She turned her attention to the young blondemistress she’d noticed earlier who was wearing a purple dress and sitting inher love-slave’s lap. He was large and muscular with brown hair and he appearedto adore his lady—if the way he was cradling her against him was anyindication. The mistress seemed to return his affection, snuggling back againsthim and making happy little murmurs as he cupped her breasts through the thinlace of her dress.

“Hello,” Trin said, since Lady Tam-tam had seemedto want her to talk to them.

“Hi, I’m Needra.” The blonde mistress smiledencouragingly. “And this is my love-slave, Yorth.” She nodded at her slave. “Isee your slave has the same problem Yorth did,” she added, nodding at Thrace who wassitting with his legs spread, as though to make room for the hard ridge offlesh rising from between his thighs.

“Yes, um…” Trin cleared her throat. “But it’s allright. I’ll just…sit on his knee or something.”

“Oh, you can’t do that,” Needra said, her eyeswide. “The love chair will over balance if you do and spill you right on thefloor! The only way is to sit way back in his lap and, well…I find it worksbest if you just kind of let his shaft rest between your legs. See?” Shetwitched a fold of fabric which had been hiding her inner thighs to one sideand Trin saw the broad, plum-shaped head of her body-slave’s shaft was restingbetween her legs, right against the thin panties that covered her pussy.

“Oh…” she said, her eyes going wide. “I didn’tknow…”

“Of course, it works best if you just slide himinside your panties,” Needra continued, demonstrating with her own tiny pair ofpurple panties which matched her dress. Slipping the bottom string of the smallgarment aside, she slid her slave’s thick shaft inside so that the thin,stretchy material of the panties held him in place against her bare cunt. Hewas too long to be contained in this way, however, and Trin could plainly seethe head of his cock thrusting up over the edge of the panties as the longridge of flesh rubbed his mistress’s outer pussy lips.

“This way it kinds of holds the shaft against youand you don’t have to worry about him slipping around too much,” Lady Needrasaid with a giggle. She wiggled against her slave and Trin was shocked to seethat his shaft was actually parting his mistress’s outer pussy lips and rubbingagainst her slippery inner folds.

Ohmy Goddess, his shaft is right up against her! If she’s not careful he’s goingto penetrate her!

She couldn’t keep the shock from her face but shetried to keep her voice even as she spoke.

“I don’t know…I don’t think we should…I mean, itseems like you might be taking a…a risk there.”

Lady Needra seemed to read her mind.

“Oh, you mean that Yorth here might penetrateme?” she asked and gave Trin a naughty wink. “Well, you know how these thingsgo. I mean, if I lean over and reach for something on the table…” Shedemonstrated, rising a little way off his lap and reaching casually for agolden goblet which appeared to contain the same blue wine Lady Malroth hadbeen sipping. “And then sit back down without being careful…” she went on,sinking back slowly into her slave’s lap. He gave a low groan and Lady Needragave an answering moan before looking up at Trin. “Then I suppose it might happen,”she said breathlessly.

Trin bit back a gasp as she saw that the broad headof the slave’s cock was no longer in view—presumably because it was buried inhis mistress’s cunt.

“I…I…” She shook her head, unable to speak.

“But of course that’s just an accident,” LadyNeedra went on, her eyelids fluttering with obvious pleasure. “And Yorth hereknows that he needs to hold very, very still if such an accident occurs.Isn’t that right, Yorth?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Her body-slave’s voice was hoarsebut he held perfectly still as Lady Needra sat on his lap, her thighs spreadwide to accommodate his girth inside her.

“Because if he moved, you see,” his mistresscontinued, still speaking to Trin, “If he…thrust inside me forinstance—well, it’s hard to explain. You’d better show her what I mean, Yorth.”

“As my lady pleases,” her slave growled. Cuppingher breasts, he pinched her pert pink nipples between his thumbs and fingerstightly. Then, with a slow, deep movement of his pelvis, he pushed up, clearlyseating his cock as deeply inside his mistress’s pussy as he could.

Lady Needra closed her eyes for a moment andmoaned, obviously enjoying the sensation of being filled by her slave. When sheopened them again, they were hazy with pleasure. “Thank you, Yorth—that willdo.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He subsided, sinking back againstthe love-chair again.

“You see, if Yorth did that, he would beactually penetrating me on purpose—fucking me.” Lady Needra’s eyesflashed. “But if he holds still, well, it’s just an accident. And assoon as I notice it, I’ll correct it.”

She settled deeper into her slave’s lap for amoment and ground against him, moving her hips and, drawing another groan fromhis lips, before rising slowly and repositioning his shaft between her pussylips as before. Only this time, Trin saw, the head of his cock was shiny andwet—clearly he had been to the root inside his mistress’s pussy just now andjust as clearly Lady Needra didn’t mind at all. In fact, she had actuallyseemed to like it.

Goddessof Judgment, how can she like that? How can she enjoy allowing a male topenetrate her pussy? It’s sacrilege…blasphemy…it’s…why is it so hot in here? Trin fanned herself with one hand. Why did shefeel so overheated and out of breath when all she’d been doing was standingthere, watching with Thraceat her back? Speaking of hot, she could feel his big body like a line of heatdown her spine.

“So,” Lady Needra said brightly, looking up at Trinaand breaking her train of thought. “What are you waiting for? Sit down.”