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The logistics proved to be remarkably involved. In this situation it's important that everyone has a chance to make themselves presentable. Looking at what my improvised bondage-tape blindfold had made of T's mascara, I was grateful that this would not be Jessica's first impression of her.

T. put her clothes on with impressive speed. She had her own room one floor up from mine.

"I'll see you in the bar. Don't let her take too long in the shower…"

When the door shut behind her I pulled my trousers on and texted Jessica.

All this was, in a way, done at her insistence. Sometime in the spring we had met up for a chaste lunch. We hadn't seen each other in a while, and the conversation took an inevitable turn while we were still on our way from tube stop to restaurant. Standing at a busy intersection, waiting for the light to turn green at the pedestrian crossing, Jessica turned to me and said, with profound seriousness, "Mon, you really must organise another threesome."

True, I had introduced her to the pleasure of having more than one pair of hands on her arse at the same time, but I didn't think a repeat experience was so urgent. Clearly, I was mistaken. So, I promised to arrange something as soon as a suitable candidate presented herself. Danielle, who a few months earlier had been ever so helpful and enthusiastic about introducing Jessica to the pleasures of troilism, had moved out of town. There was no easy way to set up a repeat performance.

And then it took a while for the planets to align. When Ms. T mentioned something about exploring her domme side a bit further, I didn't have to think very long about a suitable candidate to bend over, tie up and present to her for a thorough spanking.

Now, sauntering into the room, holding a glass of white wine in one hand and a promisingly large black gym bag in the other, Jessica kissed me hello and admired how much of a mess the room was already in.