I asked, “Anitha?” to which, she just nodded her head. I offered her my hand for a shake and said, “Madhan.” She gave a firm shake of hand (He... hand was sweaty and soft). I could sense discomfort and nervousness in her eyes.We sat next to each other for some time without any talks. The silence was broken when we both uttered something at the same time. We laughed at the coincidence and started talking some normal stuff. She slowly was gaining comfort as we continued our conversation.Once she. He had no doubt that she was in a heightened state of sexual arousal. From his conversations with the married woman he had been in contact with over the internet he knew that there was a certain excitement that the submissive felt at being vulnerable and helpless with a dominant male. The woman concerned had told him that she would get very wet at just the thought of being in that position with a man that she knew nothing about. He sensed that Lisa felt the same. “So be it then.” He told her. The doctor was well versed and artfulhowever, he knew just when to lighten his touch and when to completelystop, to wait, wait until her laboured breathing, her close climax hadsubdued enough before he started again with another coat.By the time he was satisfied, she was a whimpering quivering mess, apuddle of her own juices growing under her bottom, on the table top.He looked at his watch and looked at her, the continual evil smirk on hisface."Now let's let that dry first."He put the lid on. “Your pussy must be a busy place.”“It is,” she said with a laugh while continuing to hold her lips apart for them.“How often do you fuck her, Christopher?” the groom said.“Not often enough,” the host chuckled, “but as often as I can.”“How horny are you now?” a guest asked her.“Very,” Jen said.“Well, why don’t you deal with your problem and give us a demonstration?” Christopher said. “Sit in that chair and show us how you pleasure yourself.”Jen gulped. She had no idea how this part of the party.