Daylight of the natural kind sent a twinkling bar across the bedroom some seven hours later. Lucinda arched her back and stretched like a cat, almost purring as she found herself smiling contentedly. Although somewhat sore down below she savoured the tingling that spread from between her legs via her belly and breasts to the extremities of her body. Peter snored beside her and she grinned and wiggled over to kiss him on the cheek. True to form, he grunted and turned away from her. Lucinda shrugged, 'Poor thing's exhausted' she thought and, pressing her fingers gently into the top of her sex, replayed the night's activities in her mind. They'd bade their farewells to Charles who had gushed and 'my dear'd' her extensively as they made their way to the door. 'Hi again' said Cat, the girl from the loo, as they reached the caf area. 'Oh hi' smiled Lucinda, 'Peter, this is... er... Catherine, wasn't it?' 'Yes, but I prefer Cat. Hi' 'Hello,' nodded Peter as he surveyed the girl, 'I think we've met before?' Lucinda looked at them both curiously and started to feel like an outsider again but Peter saved her from any further paranoia by adding, 'Sorry, we have to go. Cab to catch.' 'OK' she shrugged, 'No problem, take care' They both thanked her and left.

As they walked towards the evening bustle of Marylebone Road, Lucinda asked Peter, 'Where do you know her from?' 'I'm not sure, another of Charles's events maybe? Why?' 'Oh, OK. Nothing. I was just curious. How many of these have you been to, and how did you know him? You've only been here three months?' Peter laughed. 'I went to one just after I arrived here, but I've known Charles's club for a few years now via the Net and on previous trips over here. He and some of his members also visited the States last Summer.' 'And Cat?' 'I've seen her picture on the Club's Web site. I didn't put two and two together when you mentioned her. You're not jealous surely?' Lucinda laughed this time, 'No of course not!' She added a few seconds later... '...but I saw you ogling her body' Peter hugged her to him 'I was merely comparing... and considering how lucky I was' Lucinda felt a rush of affection for him. Well, OK a rush of lust. In fact, both. Sadly, a street corner next to King's Cross Station late at night was not the best place to demonstrate these but she threw caution to the wind and wrapped her arms around his neck before plunging her tongue into his mouth. He still tasted of the coffee they'd drunk earlier and she melted into him as his powerful arms encircled her waist. As they kissed she felt herself lifted off the ground and he buried his face into her neck, licking along the muscle at the side. She giggled and squirmed but he held her tighter. Suddenly she realised what he was also doing and squealed as the cool air caressed her buttocks. 'You bugger!' she exclaimed and jumped away, tugging her skirt down. He put on his little boy look. 'Oh darn! What a shame' he smirked. 'You'll get me arrested around here!' 'And you'll make a fortune from what I hear of this place!' he laughed. 'Oh, so you're my pimp now then?' 'Hardly, pimps send their girls out for money. I'd send you out for your pleasure!' 'You wouldn't let another have me, surely?' she asked softly, but the thought was enticing. 'I've told you, I wouldn't make you do anything that you didn't want to but I did get a great kick out of flashing your pretty fanny just then' 'What!' she exclaimed before she realised that he meant her buttocks. He quickly added, 'And so did they!' She turned and noticed a group of Asian boys grinning at them both. 'Shit!' she exclaimed as she tugged her skirt down. Two of the boys applauded and the others cheered. Lucinda grabbed Peter's hand and charged down the steps to the Underground. 'Sod the taxi' she shouted as she ran, 'I'm not standing there for all to see!' Peter was still laughing, and, when they reached the pedestrian tunnel, he slowed her to a more sedate pace then gripped her hand firmly and said, 'But I wanted you to be seen' Something in his voice made Lucinda stop and look at him. He looked at her seriously. She raised a questioning eyebrow, 'Eh?' 'I wanted you to be seen. It gives me a lot of pleasure to see others appreciate you.' She began to get his drift, 'You mean like the ponies back there?' 'That's exactly what I mean. But they were well trained and obedient' Lucinda now laughed, tying to lighten his seriousness. 'Yes, but they weren't flashing their... er, fannies, outside King's Cross Station!' 'If their trainers had wished it they would have done so.' He still wore his serious expression however. Lucinda sensed they'd reached another important point in the development of their relationship. She held his gaze, wondering if he'd smile. After some moments she felt the throng of the late evening rush of travellers recede to the point that Peter was the sole centre of her existence and felt the thrill run through body even before her mind realised what she was doing. She lowered her eyes. 'I'm sorry... Master. It won't happen again.' Peter took both her hands in his. 'Are you sure?' Lucinda nodded. 'I want you to be absolutely certain you understand what you are saying?' She nodded again but this time squeezed his fingers. 'Yes my love, I am absolutely certain' He gave her a questioning look but then kissed her gently. The thrill she'd experienced a few moments before now spread to fill her with warmth. He put his arm around her shoulders and joined the m l e as they walked down the tiled corridor towards the ticket machines. 'Well, I'd better get you home and put that to the test then!' he laughed. Lucinda just hugged his arm tighter.

The platform was mostly packed with cheerful Friday night revellers and a few weary commuters. To Lucinda's dismay, the Asian lads appeared through the entrance a few moments after them. They giggled and nudged each other and Lucinda felt them looking her up and down. She steeled herself and glanced at Peter who was infuriatingly grinning as he stared nonchalantly across the tracks at a hording advertising cheap international phone calls. Lucinda willed the train to arrive. Thankfully, after a very long minute or so, it did. Despite the crowds, the carriage they boarded had some vacant seats in the long rows that faced each other. Peter whispered to Lucinda, 'Sit there' he nodded at one of the seats, 'but don't cross your legs' he gripped her arm tightly and added, 'In fact I want you to keep them apart' Lucinda started opened her mouth to comment, but remembered her recent vow. She nodded and, when he let her go, walked to the empty seat. Now wishing she'd not folded the waistband over, she tucked her horribly short skirt under her, placed her bag beside her then sat upright like Little Miss Prim. Directly opposite her sat one of her new tormentors, his eyes firmly fixed on her crotch. Lucinda momentarily caught his lecherous grin and turned her attention to her own reflection in the window as the train wound its way through the darkened tunnel. She had never before felt such an urge to cross her legs and maintain her modesty but sensed Peter's testing gaze upon her. At the next station, the seat next to the youth was vacated and one of his cronies joined his colleague. He made an exaggerated act of resting his head on his friend's shoulder to check the view. Her thighs ached with tension and she desperately hoped that his actions went unnoticed by the other travellers. Amazingly she felt herself moisten at the thought of being so nearly naked before these strangers and felt the corresponding flush start to suffuse her neck and face. The more she tried to resist, the more it grew. It reminded her of her excruciating attempts to suppress a fit of the giggles in chapel at school, she'd invariably failed at that too she recalled. In those days she'd tried to focus her attention on the strange numbered codes by each hymn. This time she noticed if she rocked her head a little her reflected face grew and vanished in the curved glass of the window. 'Now you see me, now you don't' she chanted silently to herself as she tried to ignore the leers. Just as she felt she had some degree of control, the first lad, who had slid down in his seat, beamed and suddenly called to Peter. 'Hey man! Your ho' lost something?' Peter hung onto the rail by the doorway, looked slightly bewildered then patted his clothes. 'Oh God!' she thought, 'he can't!' He did. Peter unravelled her panties from his pocket, inspected them and lurched past the, now very interested, travellers. He stopped by the two Asian lads. 'Well there's these I guess?' He dangled the lacy triangle of clothing from his fingertips. 'How very careless.' Lucinda now realised why the mothers of young girls always interrogated them about 'wearing clean knickers' before setting out, the operative word being 'wearing', she was certain they didn't have this type of situation in mind though. A cheer went up from the gang as Peter dropped Lucinda's panties into her lap. She looked down at them seeming so innocent and tiny as they lay there but they could have been a massive laser light-show proclaiming, 'THIS GIRL'S GOT NO PANTIES ON! ROLL UP, ROLL UP! ALL HAVE A PEEK!' Lucinda 's slight flush of arousal was replaced with one of embarrassment. She fumbled with the offending scrap of clothing and looked up plaintively at Peter for guidance. He bent to her and whispered, 'Stand up and put them on.' By this time the entire compartment was aware of her predicament. She took a deep breath, gripped the vertical rail next to her and stood. Steadying herself with one hand, she bent as demurely as possible and stepped into one leg hole. At that moment the train sped into Oxford Circus station and suddenly slowed. The doors opened but no one alighted, only more people entered, and those spectators who refused to get off held the door open. Lucinda wobbled precariously on one leg and tugged the panties up before hastily putting in her other foot and wiggling them up safely under her skirt. She smoothed her skirt and stood. Everyone cheered this time and some even clapped. Lucinda gave a little bow and smiled sheepishly at Peter who held her hand. 'Well done.' He whispered, 'That was very good.' 'It was' she thought, 'My God, it really was!' and she hung onto Peter. The rest of the journey to Victoria passed in a daze with vague memories of fellow travellers smiling and waving at them as they went their separate ways. Lucinda recalled flashes of yet another jovial taxi driver as they drove to Peter's flat in Fulham. During the short journey they sat quietly side-by-side staring out of the cab but Peter had slid her skirt up and was stroking her recently reacquired, and now damp, panties where they covered her swollen clitoris. As his finger moved in relentless tiny circles, visions of the evening's entertainment flashed through her mind and she longed to be taken like El had taken Princess earlier. She'd never been made love to from behind before, 'doggy fashion' she thought the term was. Well, she dismissed the canines in a second and fantasised about 'horsy fashion'. As the thoughts filled her mind she parted her legs and pressed her sex into the seat imagining it filled with a massive, insatiable penis. She let out a little groan and to her disappointment Peter ceased his ministrations as the taxi pulled to a halt. Zombie like and about to burst, she was led by the hand into the building, to the lift then into the flat. Some two metres inside the door was a small table where Peter put his keys, post and similar clutter. Lucinda didn't stop. She walked past him as he held the door for her, leant forwards, extended her arms and flopped onto the table. She reached back and flipped up her skirt then, like a mare in heat, tensed her spread legs and thrust her aching vulva back at her lover and mumbled. 'Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me... NOW!' Lucinda felt Peter's presence behind her as he tugged the crotch of her panties roughly to one side and, before he even touched her flesh she felt her tension race to a peak. Suddenly he slammed into her and flattened her torso and breasts onto the tabletop. With a squeal of delight, she exploded in a shuddering climax that washed over and over as she felt Peter grip her hips and pound frantically such that she swore the rear table legs lifted off the ground until the moment he came into her before collapsing alongside her. She turned her face to his and kissed him as she felt his spasms slowly dwindling. 'Oh my goodness' she panted, What the Hell happened then?' Peter gasped into he ear, 'Well my darling, I think you just well and truly got the living daylights fucked out of you' Lucinda purred and clamped her internal muscles around her lover's penis as she noticed: the door standing wide open; a set of car keys digging into her cheek; two pens stabbing her breast; and a leaflet advertising upholstery cleaning in front of her face.

She replayed the rest of the night in her mind as she lay in the morning light lightly playing with herself. Their erotic safari had led from the hallway where Peter kicked the door shut after he'd extracted himself with a delicious slurping noise. She, in turn, had slid off the table and sat on the floor feeling almost stoned. Peter had thrown the door keys onto the table she now viewed with some affection and had looked down at her, his semi-deflated penis hovering before her face. She'd smiled and cupped his testes in her hand before closing her mouth around the swelling glans. She could still taste the heady mixture of his wheaten-flavoured semen and her tangy juices. The rest of the night had passed in a mixture of mutual lust and the exchange of copious amounts of bodily fluids a great deal of which now formed tight patches on her face, breasts and, curiously, a spot behind her left shoulder.

And it was still only Saturday morning.