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As Paul started the introductions, she suddenly realized the caliber of the guests that were present: a U.S. Senator, several television personalities, a millionaire industrialist, prominent bankers and stock brokers, a newspaper columnist, and so many others that she began to wonder how Paul had managed to gather such big names. And it quickly became apparent that those dressed in togas were members of the "staff", mixing with the guests only as desired by the guest. She also noted that there were several other children present, standing at the side of the guest they had been assigned to – which reminded her of Adrian and Alexander, but they were gone.

CHAPTER FIVE

Once again Penny found herself disappointed with the arrangements Paul had made for the weekend. All these guests Paul had invited meant a weekend of entertaining – one big party, from beginning to end. A complete bore, she concluded with a sigh of resignation as Paul led her from one guest to another. Interesting personalities, she admitted, but not when you had planned on a quiet weekend with a new, and perhaps unique, lover. She had pictured a weekend of becoming intimately acquainted; discovering that elusive thing called love.

But she faced up to the fact that she was captive at another, dull, boring cocktail party. She handled it with her usual smiling, sweet, pleasant, but phony charm that she had developed over the years for such occasions. However, something about the atmosphere struck her as being strange. The setting was just a typical cocktail party… but something about it was different. For one thing, she noticed, it wasn't as noisy as usual… and as they mingled with the guests no one attempted to cut-in on conversations, make deals, or promote themselves by meeting influential people. The atmosphere, she concluded, was similar to one of those stuffy, British men's clubs. Everyone minded his own business. Except everywhere you looked, young girls in togas were exposing their bare asses. And handsome, well-built young studs, also wearing togas, were walking around with hard-ons that were impossible to mistake for anything else under those short outfits.

Penny also noted that Paul's commitment as the host was strangely uncomplicated. He wasn't the least concerned about seeing that everyone enjoyed himself. She got the feeling that it was every man for himself. And after they had worked their way through the guests in the living room, the game room, and out to the closed-in swimming pool, Paul led her to a small, private dining room, where they dined alone. It was a romantic, dark, candlelit setting, with a large window overlooking the island and the St. Lawrence River.

"You've been terribly quiet, Penny," Paul said as two girls served them dinner. "Is anything wrong?"

"No. It's just that…" she hesitated, searching for the right words, "… well, I guess everything came as a surprise. I didn't expect so many people and…"

"Ahhh, that's good," he responded with delight. "I work very hard at being different… avoiding the obvious and being predictable, and ignoring the challenge of being an individual – I prefer being one of a kind."

"That's fine… I guess, but when you're expecting one thing and find something altogether different… well, I guess it's just confusing."

"And I apologize for not preparing you for this weekend… but, to tell the truth, I was afraid you wouldn't have accepted the invitation if I had tried to explain what it would be like."

Penny could see the sincerity in his eyes and feel it in his voice. It was time to change the subject and get away from being so serious. "Tell me about the guests," she offered.

"There's not much to tell. You met them… just people. Perhaps a bit on the wealthy side, but other than that, just ordinary people."

"But why are they here? And why aren't you out there entertaining such influential people?"

"I never ruin a party with talk about business. That's what telephones are for. And I'll let you discover for yourself why they are here… it will be much more interesting and entertaining than if I tried to explain it."

The conversation during the remainder of the lobster dinner was mostly about Penny. But when they had finished and moved to the long, low couch by the window, Paul asked if her room was comfortable and if the twins had taken good care of her.

"Oh, yes," she answered honestly, as his hand rested on her knee. "But don't you think they're rather young to be… well… around all the nudity?"

"Nonsense. The psychiatrists say we should expose children to nudity and sex at an early age. It helps them to develop healthy minds."

"Yes, but I think the twins are becoming oversexed," she responded hastily, then wished she hadn't said it. Now he'd want to know what happened during the hour she was alone with them, and she still felt guilty about that!

But instead he just smiled and said, "Wasn't it Freud who said that everything we did, from the moment of birth until death, was sex motivated?"

Penny didn't answer. Her eyes were watching his hand move slowly under the hem of her short skirt. The implied destination gave her a tingling sensation all over. His other hand was behind her neck, deftly opening the zipper there.

"What I have done," he continued, "is allow my guests to surround themselves with an atmosphere conducive to acting out their fantasies. For some, children play an important role. For others, well, you'll see for yourself."

His mouth was suddenly covering hers. His warm, moist lips touched hers, just as his hand reached the junction of her legs. A flush of girl-juice moistened the sheer panties, seeping through to the palm of his hand. His tongue was testing the resistance of hers, before forcing its way into her mouth.

She never heard the girls clear the table. Her head was too light from the realization that she was about to conquer the man who had tantalized her with sex. His weapon would soon be seized in her yielding, panting cunt – to find the trap close around it. And she would be the victor. The glory of victory was at hand.

She allowed Paul to remove her clothing, even helped with an anxious wiggle when necessary. His eyes devoured her naked body, from head to toe. Hooked! she told herself, confident now. When he helped her to her feet, she turned slowly for his eyes to drink in every inch of perfectly shaped flesh. And she saw how his stare was constantly drawn to the golden triangle of soft fluffy hair between her legs.

Their mouths came together again, in an open, wet, mind-spinning kiss. She pressed her nakedness against his fully clothed body and felt the reassuring bulge in his pants nestle between her legs. Mine! she told herself. Then realized that without heels they were practically the same height. It made her feel even better.

His open mouth moved to her neck, then her breasts, while his hands felt and explored both her front and back. The touch of his wet lips on her soft white skin quickened her heartbeat; his tongue licking her hard, quivering nipples sent signals of anticipation to her panting cunt. His finger traced its way down the path between the globes of her ass, exploring the little buttonhole with delightful slowness. His other hand toyed between her legs, building the longing inside to a peak.

Paul eased her to a sitting position on the couch, spread her legs and covered her cunt with his open mouth. He knelt before her, her legs over his shoulders and sucked. Sucked the breath from her lungs, through her body and out her cunt. And the room seemed to fill with the smell of her juices that were weeping uncontrollably from the walls of her burning sex. It excited her even more to think that his nose was buried in the moist hair at the very source of the fragrance.

His hands were under her buttocks, lifting her to his sucking mouth. Then she felt the first touch of his tongue. Up and down her slit it moved; slow, but firm licks. She was already losing control of her senses and the explosion of an orgasm was rumbling through her body. His tongue entered the soft, yielding orifice, filling the cavity with moist, firm tongue-flesh. The forceful plunge of the powerful snake triggered her orgasm.