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It was glorious, this night. Every part of me was alive with lust, desire, and my sweet satisfaction of owning him for our third month. I sat back in the chair, slid it away from the table a little, and opened my legs.
I think he noticed but did not look. I reached down and pulled up my dress a little, opening my legs, easing back as far as I could on the chair.
"You know, I have to tell you," I told him as I held my dress in place, hiked up, revealing my naked thighs, the seams of my stockings and the garters. No panties.
"These three months have been very rewarding. You've learned quickly, and have rarely disappointed me."
He listened, and I saw his eyes wander over toward me, toward my open legs, of which he could probably just see a little of the flesh. I reached up the plate and started taking pieces of shrimp, one at a time, and bringing them under the table.
I placed them, one at a time, carefully on the chair between my legs. They were resting an inch in front of my exposed pussy, which was glistening from arousal. I placed them in a little pile right there, smiling to myself at my little game. The inspiration had just hit. I knew he was watching, curious. I could hear his breathing increase.
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