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The Art of Threesome

For our first threesome, we craved perfection, the creation of an exciting memory worthy of a thousa
Her body had taken on a mind of its own, arching to meet his hand, daring him to delve between her legs while her husband, unaware anything was happening, lay no more than two feet away. What the hell was she doing? It felt so bad, but oh my God… it felt soooo good.

Ling was raised to believe good girls don’t and would never have dared to do such a thing before she had married Johnny. From the West, he has a much more liberal attitude and encouraged her to experience life in ways she couldn’t have dreamt of.

Despite her traditional Chinese upbringing, Ling blossomed under his tutelage, but like many others years of marriage turned their sex lives into a routine. They spiced it up by fantasizing about different scenarios; role play, sensual massage and threesomes. When it came to threesomes she loved the fantasy, but because of the way she was raised, she wasn’t sure if she could turn fantasy into reality.

As passionate travellers, they visit China at least once a year and always treat themselves to a day in the spa. When the masseur worked her nipples to a taut aching peak, she remembered Johnny saying, if it ever happened to go with the flow and enjoy the moment.

Her every nerve was on fire, intensified by the anticipation of him massaging between her legs. It felt so naughty as she raised her hips to meet his hand.

When his oily fingers rippled over her clitoris, waves of electricity shot through her quivering body, she had to bite her lip to stop herself moaning out loud, a kaleidoscope of colour exploded behind her tightly closed eyes.

As the masseur’s left, she excitedly told Johnny everything. She couldn’t believe how turned on she’d been, how easily she’d came.

In the privacy of their hotel, they relived every moment and fucked like teenagers.

Excited by what had happened when they got home to Ireland, they wanted to see if they could repeat the performance and take it further. Being new to this, they wanted to make it clear from the beginning; this adventure was about Ling’s pleasure, not some self-centred bull, only interested in his own satisfaction.

To test the waters, they placed an ad on craigslist for a masseur to join them.

Sensual massage for wife. F40 M54.Experienced male masseur wanted who knows how to give a professional massage, that’s pleasurable and highly erotic while respecting her boundaries without expectation. Before we retire somewhere private. We’d like to meet for coffee to see if we click. She’s choosy; you must be a non-smoker, slim, have no facial hair and a high regard for cleanliness - No attraction no action.

Although, the ad only asked for a massage, anyone reading between the lines would know they hoped it would progress to a threesome.

Within hours, the replies came flooding in. Most were one and two-line grunts, rejected without a second thought, the lack of text saying more about the sender than what they wrote. Only one stood out, eloquently written and ticking all the right boxes.

Orlando was from the USA. His business took him all over the world and he had a three day stopover in the Emerald Isle coming up. Emails were exchanged and they agreed to meet at his hotel and go for a meal to see how they got along.

Although it was only minutes, the wait in reception seemed forever. Ling, excitedly checked and rechecked herself in the mirror. She didn’t need to, she looked gorgeous. Dark-brown hair cascaded from under her hat, long green coat and black knee-length boots that hugged her shapely calves. She always looked elegant, tonight, especially so.

As the ding of the lift announced his arrival, they exchanged glances, their silent smiles hardly masking the excitement they both felt.

At thirty-nine, five eleven, bald and muscular with a sweet androgynous face that would serve well in a movie as a saintly friar, Orlando cut a dashing figure.

He tried to feign casual indifference, but when Ling’s deep brown eyes flicked in his direction he melted. She’s quite a stunner and they hadn’t told him she was Chinese, he seemed pleasantly surprised.

Introductions made, they strolled to a nearby oriental restaurant. Decorated with dragon murals and rosewood screens it was better than many with well-spaced tables that were perfect for a quiet discreet conversation, just what they needed.

Taking her coat, Orlando admired her stylish mid-thigh dress that clung to the contours of her full breasts.

“You look amazing.”

“Thank you.”

They were soon chatting like old friends, exploring each other’s lives, Orlando gauging them as much as they gauged him.

His smiles came easily and seem sincere. Soft spoken, a good listener and irresistibly likable the man could make friends anywhere.

They told him of their experiences in China, the happy and not so happy endings they had during different massages’. Read our previous story, the ups and downs of massage. They explained that although disappointed at times, they were encouraged and excited by the experience and wanted to experiment further.

The meal was extremely good and as one bottle of Chablis became two, any doubt Ling had about Orlando faded away. He gave the impression he would do everything possible to make their evening pleasurable.

As Orlando and Johnny chatted her thoughts drifted to other things and she could feel her nipples tightening as she imagined how Orlando’s hands would feel roaming her body, touching places only her husband should touch; how his weight would feel pressing down on her, his hardness pushing into her. If she could just push aside her inbred anxiety, everything would be perfect.

Discussing swinging, Ling told him she didn’t like the idea of Johnny having sex with another woman, she felt guilty about it, but explained this was the reason they had chosen massage as a way forward for them. Johnny agreed, he only cared for her pleasure, her excitement, excited him and that’s all he needed.

At the end of the meal Orlando discreetly left for a moment, giving them a chance to talk. They hardly needed it, they had already silently agreed he was the right guy.

Back at the hotel, his room was a sharp contrast to the bold coldness of reception. Furnished to meet every desire of its international clientele, it was pleasantly decorated, with a comfortable lounge, large sumptuous bed and well-proportioned en-suite.

“Very nice,” commented Ling .

Orlando scurried about, lighting dozens of candles; the soft amber light lent the room an aura rather like that of a place in a romantic dream. This was better than expected and Ling felt a stirring deep within.

“I’ll prepare a hot bath, it’s the best way to relax before for a massage.” He stripped to his underwear and disappeared into the bathroom.

“Help me out of this,” she said, turning her back to Johnny.

Johnny lowered her zip slowly, every inch of exposed skin a treasure waiting to be kissed. He never tires of looking at her perfect 34C breasts, the dark circle of her areola presenting her lip-smacking nipples to the world. The view made his pulse quicken and he knew Orlando was going to love them.

Being a regular visitor to nudist beaches, Ling’s totally at ease with her body, yet this was different. The intimacy of one to one contact made it more exciting than she expected, she was surprised and pleased to feel a warmth announcing its presence between her legs.

In the bathroom, the shimmering reflections of the scented candles created the atmosphere of a magical boudoir of seduction; hot, steamy and filled with aromatic bubbles, just like Ling.

Her appearance took Orlando by surprise. She’s more exquisitely proportioned than he had imagined and his hungry eyes absorbed every luscious curve of her golden body. The fullness of her breasts, the puffiness of her areola, her mouth-watering nipples, the flatness of her belly, the flair of her hips and the mound of her pussy was smooth. Every line, angle and curve excited him. Slowly, he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Wow, you look amazing.”

“Why thank you.” She wiggled her boobs appreciatively. “You’ve thought of everything. I hope you didn’t go to too much trouble?” she asked, impressed that he had.

“No trouble at all.”

Ever the gentleman, he offered his hand to assist her into the waiting bath. As she stepped into the inviting foam, he couldn’t help but check out the round sauciness of her buttocks.

“Ahhh... ” she sighed sinking below the bubbles with her eyes closed.

Orlando had planned a slow sensual experience and while he sponged her arms and legs they chatted and laughed. She’d been ready for this all day and the anticipation had her tingling all over. When he gently wafted hot water over her exposed breasts, she whimpered softly, her heightened sensitivity almost making it impossible for Orlando to take it slowly. As the whimpering changed to moaning, they talked less and sponged more.

Wanting to give them some time alone, Johnny got ready slowly. After making some final adjustments to the room, he stripped to his underwear and joined them just as Orlando was towel drying Ling . Fresh from the bath she glowed with sensuality.

“Seems a shame to waste such a good bath. I think I’ll soak for a while,” said Johnny.

“No problem,” Orlando replied as he guided Ling from the room.

As he bathed, Johnny mulled over what was going to happen. They had already agreed to go ahead and there was no doubt a threesome was on the cards. He wanted it to be perfect for her, no distractions as had happened in China. He knew that for the rest of their lives, they would always remember this as their first threesome, and the memory should be exciting and joyous, worthy of taking out and examining a thousand times, as they grow old together.

They have been together seven years now and he loved it that Ling is multi-orgasmic, a noisy lover punctuating every stroke and thrust with a moan or groan. She’s also one of the lucky girls with nipples so sensitive she can reach toe curling perfection in an instant. Johnny finds that an amazing turn on and remembered the first time they had sex; she had made him cum three times, something that hadn’t happened since he was a teenager. It’s just a pity the routine of marriage sex had dwindled that away. On the other hand, being fourteen years younger, Ling was still at her peak and he recognized she deserved a satisfying sex life.

Tonight was about pleasing her. Good sex requires mental as well as physical stimulation and he found the idea of another man touching her strangely exciting, he enjoyed hearing her cum and he loved the feel of her juices flowing from her. If it took the excitement of first time sex with another man to bring that back, then he had no problem with it. He loved her and hoped tonight would give them both the stimulation they need to revitalize the magic.

Transformed by the bath, inhibitions loosened by the wine, Ling was fully aware of the effect her shapely behind had on men. She slowly crawled onto the bed, paused, looked back over her shoulder and asked, “Which way would you like me?”

“Oh…em…crossways. Makes it easier for the massage,” Orlando stammered.

She turned and slowly sank face down before him, her head coming to rest inches from his crotch.

“Shall I cover you with a towel?”

“No need,” she giggled. “You have already seen it.”

He had promised a professional massage and wanted to prolong her pleasure as long as possible. Pouring warm oil onto his hands, he gently spread it over her back.

Hummm… His touch was exquisite, the hot oil sending tingles through her over sensitive body. She couldn’t believe how ready she was, each stroke of his amazing fingers transporting her to sensory heaven, making her moan out loud.

Unperturbed, Orlando took his time, gently massaging her neck, shoulders, and arms; basking in her pleasure, feeding from her response. He had never known a woman so sensitive, to react this way, she was definitely unique.

Walking around the bed, he knelt by her feet and gently stimulated the pressure points.

“Is that ok; not too hard?”

“Purr…fect.”

Applying oil to her legs, he took time tracing the supple curves of her calves, the neglected erogenous zone at the back of the knees and her sensuous thighs, all the way up her firm buttocks. Each agonizing stroke of his masterful hands was rewarded with a deep moan of appreciation.

Being with someone other than her husband and the expectation of things to come had heightened her senses beyond belief. As with the massage in China, she was on the verge of sensory overload her inner tiger waking, making her body dance under his fingers, seeking consummation.

Without asking she rolled over, exposing her glistening labia to his eager eyes.

Aware things were going too fast and striving to maintain some degree of decorum, Orlando slowed his pace, hoping to give her time to enjoy the massage.

In a half dream state Ling watched him run his masculine hands in slow circles across her flat belly, her skin tingling under his caress, her nipples hardening, desperate for his attention. As if hypnotised, his hands circled higher and higher lightly grazing her boobs, then her nipples, enticing a soft moan from her parted lips.

‘Too soon, too soon’ he told himself. He was losing control. Shuffling down the bed, he shook his head to clear it and resumed massaging her legs.

Ling’s tiger had other ideas, it wanted more and it wanted it now. Without thought, she tweaked her own nipples seeking satisfaction. The sight sent blood rushing through Orlando’s veins and his cock took on a mind of its own, growing without consent.

When his hands rose up her thigh, she twisted and arched chasing his fingers, moaning as they got closer to her inflamed lips, her pussy screaming , touch me, touch me now.

Orlando had never seen anything like this, she was ready to explode, her skin so sensitive it seemed an errant breath of air would send her crashing to orgasm. In some strange way he felt guilty, he felt he was letting her down and was frightened it would end too soon. Yet being every bit as perceptive as he was kind, he saw her desperation for what it was and reluctantly responded to it.

Giving up his carefully orchestrated massage he returned to above her head and began to massage her breasts. She gasped for air when he grazed her nipples, her convulsing gaining momentum as she writhed against his teasing fingers. He found the strength of her passion frightening, yet strangely intoxicating.

Naked, Johnny re-entered the room, a banquet of churning flesh greeting his eyes. He’d never seen this woman before, body arched and thrashing in ecstasy, any Chinese reservations she held, dissolved by lust.

Thrilled for her, he could feel the thump of his blood as it raced towards his cock.

Sliding a hand between her gaping legs, Orlando cupped her hairless pussy his fingers gliding with ease through the silky wetness. Drawing a finger back, he parted her engorged lips and found her clit standing proud, ready for his attention. As he teased the moisture over her swollen bud, she vibrated like a finely tuned instrument.

“Ei ya mi ya. Ei ya mi ya. (Oh My God. Oh my God)”

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, her knuckles turning white as she gripped Orlando’s forearm spiralling through fireworks, to stars then darkness.

Orlando caught Johnny’s eye and shook his head in amazement.

“Is she okay?” he whispered.

“She is now,” he nodded with a smile.

Eyes closed, chest heaving, Ling was out of it, a picture of exhausted bliss. Johnny gently rubbed her feet to let her know he was there. As darkness faded from the edge of her vision, her world came back into focus. With just the barest movement of her mouth, she smiled. Reaching out, she sighed deeply and squeezed Johnny’s hand .

Her pussy glistened in the candlelight. Johnny had never known a woman get as wet as her. In the freshness of their relationship, her juices would ooze at the merest suggest of sex. His dream of reopening those flood gates seemed to be working.

Sitting beside her, he could smell the freshness of her body, a mixture of hot sex and aromatic bath salts. Draw by her irresistible nectar his hand glided over her thigh and with reverential grace, he drew a finger through her milky sap, enjoying the shiver it sent through her body.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. He adored her pussy, more so when it was soaked.

Inspecting his hand, he watched in amazement as the juices dribbled from finger to finger. Raising them to his nose, he drew her essence deep into his lungs.

“Hum… nice,” gasped Orlando, licking his lips as if he could taste her.

“Would she like a rest?” he asked.

“No… More!” she snapped before Johnny could answer.

They laughed, a silent understanding passed between Johnny and Orlando. It was time to get serious, for the hard fucking to begin.

Drawing back his shoulders Johnny delved in returning his attention to her clit, teasing and taunting the swollen bud. She jerked softly and sighed as he began to rub, her hips rocking in time with his fingers.

Wanting to show she was not there just to be fucked she reached back and searched between Orlando’s legs for his equipment. The change in position caused her breasts to rise and her nipples to thrust out proudly, she looked so raunchy, so wanton. Orlando couldn’t resist, he heaved back his shoulders and plunged head first into her boobs drawing a nipple between his lips and suckling the tender bud as if his life depended on it.

Her eyes widened as she felt its heaviness of his cock. Like a child with a new toy, her spellbound fingers struggled to circle the huge tip, to explore the ridge between weighty shaft and engorged head.

When she raised her head to look up, Orlando kissed her and she kissed him, not a kiss of passion but of acceptance and affection. Then the kiss changed, her mouth softened and her tongue took on a life of its own, a fierceness he didn’t expect. Sinking a hand under her hair, he clutched it in his fist, pulling her mouth tighter to his.

As she tightened the grip on his cock, his large bulbous head sat atop her dainty fingers like a blueberry ice cream in a child’s hand.

Although she’s no Clark Kent, she raised his gazillion-pound cock and kissed the tip, testing, tasting, wanting. It was his turn to groan, his buttocks tightening, thighs quivering as she licked around the rim fluttering the tip of her tongue on the magical ‘V’. Driven on by his reaction, she sank her hot mouth fully over him; it felt so good, so smooth and full like it belonged there. She sucked as hard as she could, which given the distraction of the attraction her pussy and nipples were getting, wasn’t very hard at all.

When planning this venture, protection had been high on their list of priorities, but now in the heat of the moment, passion, as Johnny suspected it would, took over, all caution thrown to the wind. This was the fantasy woman he’d dreamed of , embracing her new-found sexuality, a new world of lust like never before.

With a restraining hand on her tummy, Johnny hooked two fingers, palm up into her inflamed hole, enjoying her gasp at the unexpected invasion. Holding her down with his restraining hand, he vigorously shook the other up and down battering her g-spot, making her cry out in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, yessss…” the intensity of the assault consumed her, sparks shooting in front of her eyes, body quaking uncontrollably as she quickly reached mind blowing perfection.

Not giving her time to recover, he sank between her legs and exposed her rose bud to his tongue. Sucking it between his teeth, he closed his lips around her, teasing, licking and tongue fucking her into a hip quivering frenzy.

Unable to concentrate on what she was doing, she gagged on Orlando's cock, a string of obscenities ripping from her as she shuddered from peak to peak.

As the spasms eased she collapsed into the bed. Johnny shuffled up beside her, kissing her deeply, the taste of Orlando’s cock discernible on her tongue, her elixir on his.

Wanting to keep her on a plateau of desire, he pinned her hands above her head and eased her sore looking nipple into his mouth, gripping it between his teeth and teasing the tip.

Orlando took Johnny’s place between her legs determined to explore her smooth mound with his mouth, to taste her glory. Ling had other ideas. Grabbing him by the shoulders, she pulled him up her body.

"Fuck me, fuck me now," she pleaded.

Like a devil on heat, she pulled his cock towards her.

Wanting nothing more than to please, Orlando pressed forward, forcing his engorged mushroom against her entrance. She gasped, eyes widening as he popped inside. He felt so different to Johnny, his beautiful tip stretching her like never before, her imagination making it feel larger than life.

Orlando had never felt a woman so hot, so wet. In disbelief, he looked down, surprised to see trailing fingers of cream gripping his balls like a shimmering silver web intent on never letting him go.

Reaching for his hard as stone buttocks, she wrapped her legs around his back and dragged him further in with each galvanizing stroke.

Johnny was in heaven, watching as they danced the eternal dance, savouring every moment, the sight, the sound, the aroma.

In tune with her needs and wanting to dance with them, he clasped her feet together, holding them tightly against Orlando’s back imaging what it must feel like for her, his hot breath against her neck, his balls slapping against her ass, the pounding of her clit and the overwhelming sensation of his fat cock thrashing inside her.

She needed this, eyes rolling in her head, cunt absorbing every millimetre Orlando could give her, the world shrank until it was no larger than their bodies. She couldn’t hear anything, but the beat of her heart, couldn’t feel anything but the pumping of his cock. It was all too much, far better than she could ever have imagined, everything intensified by doing something taboo, something new.

Orlando’s pace quickened, he was getting close struggling not to cum. Sensing the change sent Ling over the top her body convulsing into another series of orgasms.

Stomach clenched against hers, he rode through her contractions, drawing in air, clenching his buttocks to hold off from cumming. As the pulsating subsided, he rolled aside proudly offering her glowing prism to Johnny.

Multi-orgasmic, with energy to burn she was far from finished yet. She rolled over into the doggy position, her succulent behind inches from Johnny’s groin.

He was ready, his wicked side wanting to make her beg for his cock but he couldn’t wait and guided it into her luscious hotness, sinking easily up to the hilt. Slowly he glided it in and out; intent on absorbing the sensation of her hot used pussy gripping his shaft.

“Faster,” she demanded.

Tightening his grip on her hips, he quickened his pace. Pow, Pow, Pow, the sound of their bodies slapping together reverberating around the room.

“Ei ya mi Ya, Ei ya mi ya.” She shook her head from side to side, orgasm wracking her body.

Exhausted, Johnny collapsed to one side. Orlando took his place, the pungent aroma of hot sex assaulting his senses. Holding onto his cock he popped the tip in and out teasing her, driving her crazy for it. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more he thrust deep within making her gasp with each stroke, her whole existence focused on the cock invading her inner sanctum.

The world became an erotic blur, a carousel whirling faster and faster. Desperately needing something to hold on to she grasped Johnny’s shaft, squeezing in time with Orlando’s thrusts, pulling him closer to clamp her lips around him.

This time Orlando wasn’t holding back, he increased his pace, reaming her cunt with his T-shaped tool, his fingertips gouging her hips as he fucked her harder, faster, each thrust forcing her mouth further onto Johnny’s cock, her moans vibrating through to his balls as they viciously fucked her from both ends.

Lack of oxygen, muddled her thoughts, she couldn’t absorb it, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, her whole being spiralling out of control as two, four, six orgasms worthy of the Guinness book of records, rattled her body. Johnny was sure, her cries could be heard throughout the hotel.

Orlando hissed, an unstoppable rush building inside him.

"Oh, fuck, yesssssss."

His body quivered as his sizzling seed gushed into her, he half thought time had stopped, that he had tapped an inexplicable well that could never be exhausted. Limbs turning to water, he collapsed on top of her, gasping for air, his hot liquor trickling out of her.

From the quivering heap of glowing flesh the aroma of blistering sex saturated the air. Drawn by the creamy broth flowing from her drenched cunt, Johnny’s fingers danced in paradise, celebrating her bliss. Lifting his soaking fingers he tentatively inhaled her scent; hummm… channel-de-cunt. The animal within drove him on and he took his first taste of used pussy, a harmonious mix of his wife’s and another man’s essence.

They lay in the afterglow for a long time, not needing to talk, unable to move. When they finally spoke, they spoke in metaphorical grunts and moans of appreciation.

“Why don’t you stay? I can sleep on the couch,” offered Orlando

With no pressing reason to be elsewhere, either tonight or in the morning, they accepted.

“Thanks’, but there’s no need to stay on the couch,” replied Johnny, “there’s plenty of room for three on the bed.”

Exhausted from the emotional as well as the physical exertions, they settled for the night. Ling cuddled between them, her head in the nook of Johnny’s shoulder, her ass towards Orlando.

As the conversation faded Johnny drifted into a restful sleep. Sometime later, a gentle rocking threated to waken him. He tried to resist, to stay in his dream world, but the dream dissolved and he woke to the sound of Ling’s soft murmurs, her arm rhythmically tensing across his chest.

Ling hadn’t slept well. On the twilight edge of sleep, she sought reassurance it wasn’t all a hallucination. Reaching behind she encircled Orlando’s totem and enjoyed the feel of its strength stirring in her delicate hand.

In his half sleep Orlando reciprocated by cupping her mound. Surprised to find it still moist, he lazily teased her juices over her super smooth pussy.

To Ling , his feather-light strokes felt heavenly; she’d never been caressed so lightly and groaned in appreciation, a familiar warmth rising inside her.

Her groans vibrating against Johnny’s chest roused him from his sleep, a woody showing his slumbering awareness of her arousal.

Lovingly, he kissed her forehead.

Throwing the bedding aside she drew his cock into her hot mouth, teasing him with her tongue, sucking him. He could do no more than lay back appreciatively while Orlando watched, his fingers enjoying her pussy as she gave Johnny her full attention.

Sensing he was fully awake, she pulled his foreskin back hard sending a pulse of pain and pleasure up his spine. Seizing her hair he thrust each time her hand squeezed the tip. Awash in a sea of pleasure his balls tightened and he knew he wasn’t going to last long. Sensing his desperation she quickened her pace, pumping harder, faster, loving the throb of his cock as it swelled in her mouth, he couldn’t help himself. A long, deep groan escaped his lips and a fountain of cum spurted into the air. With a wicked giggle she kept rubbing, extracting the final pulsating spurts from his body as he sank, thighs twitching, back into the bed.

Orlando turned his attention back to her pussy making her shudder as his thumb pressed against her clit, his fingers delving inside to assault her crazy button. In seconds, she was moaning out loud her breath heavy, panting. She was so aroused she started to push against his probing fingers, her body chasing release. Unrelenting, he kept rubbing until she was moaning uncontrollably, rising her rump to beckon him closer.

Not one to disappoint, he guided his pride and joy between her supple cheeks and pushed his purple balloon against her swollen lips. Time stood still, every nerve in both their bodies was focused between her legs. She held her breath as her pussy tried to resist, agonizing for her, ecstasy for him.

“Ay ya mi ya,” she cried out as he tore his way in. His spicy cock searing her insides felt like nails gouging her back. She loved the way he stretched her.

Gripping her hips he pounded her perfect arse. He’d never been so painfully hard, her wildness drove his cock to a size and firmness he ’d never attained before, expanding inside her, creating an itch he couldn’t scratch. Matching her wildness, he assaulted her cunt with a power he never knew he possessed, gouging her, raping her with a madman’s passion.

Ling’s eyes rolled back, she couldn’t take anymore. Head shaking , screaming like a wild animal she began to cum, and cum, and cum, juices gushing from her molten pussy.

Her cries consumed him; igniting his animal to thrust harder, faster, his obsessed cock, riding a wave of destruction, on a mission to blast her cunt apart. Through clenched teeth, a rasping cry tore from him as he detonated inside her, his painfully pulsing cock hurling hot juices into her sizzling depths.

Ling had entered a new world, a sweet onion of infinite layers, which she had peeled and savoured with increasing delight. Johnny had the feeling her Chinese reservations were gone forever and was glad of it.

He wasn’t solely responsible for Ling’s emergence. Orlando, with the gentle manner of a gynaecologist to royalty, had played an equally large role.

Now the tiger had been released, he wondered if he could keep her on a lease. Only time will tell.

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