She leaned right across Michael's body and put her hand on Monique's waist. “We thought it might be rather exciting to pretend that he has come here to buy a slave!” she went on, her voice slowly exciting Monique: not so much by what she was saying as by the sensuous purr in the woman's tone. It was soft and low, confidential and arousing.
“He would have to examine me very thoroughly, of course', Jean continued. “And it would be your job to see that all my — er — good qualities are pointed out to him!”
So Jeans to be the leading player, Monique thought with a trace of bitterness. Why not me? Why should she have all the fun?
“What do you think of the idea, darling?”
“It sounds very exciting', Monique replied. Perhaps, once they started, she could find some way of ensuring that she received a fair share of Michael's attentions. Meanwhile, she had to admit that even acting as Jean's hand-maiden promised to be a sexy pastime…
“Come on, then', Jean cried. “Let's get started, shall we?”
Monique was tugged playfully off the bed by the eager woman and she and Jean took their places near the dressing table — where the mirror reflected their alluring bodies, giving Michael a view of the girls from the back as well as the front.
They re-adjusted their single, skimpy garments; tugging the silk scarves down so that they hung sexily over their loins. Monique cleared her throat.
“Can I interest you in this beautiful girl, sir?” she asked Michael — putting a delicious simper into her voice. “As you can see, she is very attractive and her figure is one of the most well-developed you will ever find”.
Monique placed her hand beneath Jean's left breast and raised it gently: displaying the ample globe for Michael's inspection.
He got off the bed in a slow, lazy movement, then walked across and stood directly in front of them.
Monique lifted Jean's breast higher — and let her forefinger brush across the nipple. It swelled quickly, stiffening in a hard, red flowering as the girl's finger moved backwards and forwards, deliberately coaxing it to prominent, impertinent erect-ness.
Michael peered down, bringing his eyes to within a few inches of his wife's nipple. “Hm, not bad', he commented. “See if you can make the other one grow as stiff. I'm rather partial to nipples and I want to be sure she's got two good ones!”
Keeping one hand on Jean's breast, Monique slipped the other beneath the woman's armpit and slowly teased the second nipple until it sprouted as magnificently as the first. Then she let both the orbs rest softly in her fingers, holding them modestly for the man to judge their size and quality.
He reached his fingers up and, while Monique continued to hold the breasts steady, rubbed them for a long minute across Jean's nipples.
“Aren't they beautiful, sir?” Monique breathed. She let the warm, nestling balloons jiggle lightly in her hands. “Please — feel them for yourself! I'm quite certain you'll be satisfied!”
Michael held them firmly, turning them this way and that… lifting them high, then letting them fall back into position by themselves — watching the lithe bounce of Jean's truly magnificent breasts. He next pushed them tightly together, squashing the ripe dumplings so that they rubbed intimately. And again withdrew his hands so that they sprang apart of their own accord.
“I must admit they're excellent specimens!” he commented at last. “But I shall want to take a good look at the rest of her before I make up my mind”.
“Oh, of course, sir!” Monique cried.
All this time, Jean had remained quite still, her eyes impassively staring out over Michael's shoulder. She now permitted Monique to turn her round, obediently facing the mirror and allowing them to inspect her rear view. Her hand rested quietly at her sides.
“See how shapely her shoulders are?” Monique asked. “Look at the smooth skin! And her back — how firm and upright it is!”
Illustrating her praise of Jean's bareness, the girl put her hand on the woman's shoulder and let it run intimately down the flesh. When her fingers reached Jean's bottom Monique slid them over the large curves and cupped the cheek nearest to her.
“And her buttocks!” she exclaimed. “Have you ever seen such a sweetly shaped arse in all your life? Why, the suppleness and the beauty of these cheeks would put Cleopatra herself to shame!”
“Let me see…” Michael went down on his haunches to examine the much-vaunted bottom for himself. He studied it from every possible angle, taking hold of the other cheek and — with Monique's aid — opened them so that he could view the privacy of Jean's anus, tucked three-quarters of the way down the deep crease…
She kept her arse muscles submissively relaxed, letting the man and girl hold her bum-cheeks wide open. Michael motioned Monique to carry out the task of keeping the globes well-splayed and she willingly leaned over and did so: one hand on each orb now, thumbs beneath the heavy swells, ensuring that he had the completest possible view of Jean's rear orifice.
Michael fixed his eyes intently on the tiny, pursed hole. Around it extended dozens of little wrinkles where the flesh had been stretched. He put his finger into the crease and touched the inviting opening: then rubbed the digit insinuatingly into the tight, boldly displayed shit-orifice.
A persistent, prolonged examination, and he appeared to be satisfied with the state of Jean's anus.
He withdrew his finger, making a faint suction noise as it popped out of the brown passageway. Then he put the intruder to his nostrils and sniffed carefully.
“Mmm, yes', he stated at last. “That would appear to be perfectly satisfactory. Now — I must see what the girl's cunt is like”. Michael rose to his feet again, letting his horny prick rub firmly against Jean's buttocks as he straightened up.
“Of course', Monique replied quickly. “Jean — go to the bed and lie down. We want to examine your quim!”
In an extremely docile manner, Jean moved to the bed and stretched herself out, letting her thighs open slightly. The fringe of the silk scarf fell across the mound above her cunt as she assumed the horizontal position, merging with her pubic hairs…
Monique curled up beside her, tucking her legs beneath her. Michael approached them, running his eyes over Jean's lusciously almost-nude body with a kind of professional appraisal. His cock bulged wildly up in front of his stomach, swinging menacingly each time the man moved, its crown red and thick.
Monique slowly raised the silken fringe away from the slave-girl's crotch. Then she rubbed the hard mound with her fingers, gently smoothing the hairs until they were flat — and brushed away from the opening of the woman's cunt-lips.
“There!” she cried proudly. “Please examine her as intimately as you please: I know you'll be happy with what you find!”
“Thank you', Michael replied shortly. “I shall make up my own mind about that!”
He sat on the edge of he bed and prodded Jean's thighs, indicating to her that she should open them a little wider. She obeyed without a murmur, parting her legs so that her prospective “buyer” could freely examine the hidden delights of her sex.
Michael leaned towards Jean's crotch and ran his hand gradually up the inside of her thigh. His fingers came to rest on the raised curve of her mons veneris, caressing the hairy mouth firmly.
Taking his time, the man let his middle finger slip slowly downwards into her wound, wiggling it from side to side until the lips sighed reluctantly open. Keeping his other fingers on Jean's crotch, Michael pushed the penetrating digit insistently deeper — feeling it sink beautifully into the thick red meat…
Still, Jean made not even the slightest sound or movement.
Michael frigged her quim methodically, his finger going in and out of the moist hole in a steady, unvaried rhythm. His knuckles rubbed at her clitoris, kneading the stalk into a thick, pulsing erectness — but still Jean played her role of the passive slave-girl to the hilt!
At last, Michael plopped his finger out and glanced up at Monique. “I want you to hold the lips open for me', he ordered the girl. Then, after considering, he appeared to change his mind:
“No — wait a minute. I'll keep them apart and watch while you lick your tongue into her cunt! You see. I must have proof that she's a clean girl…” His eyes glittered wickedly at Monique. He really is enjoying this, she
