Prologue
ORDEAL BY TEMPTATION
Marge kneeled in the middle of the floor-nude, as were the circle of eager watchers. Les Haberman, a tall muscular senior, stood over her cupping her breasts in his hands and gently massaging the already-swollen tips. Marge had her eyes shut and her mouth clamped tight, and sweat was pouring down her body in rivers. For her initiation to the club she was having to resist Haberman's stimulation for thirty minutes-during which time he could kiss and touch her in any way he wanted-then if she survived the test she would submit to him and two other male members.
The second part of the initiation would be no problem to Marge, but now she was obviously suffering. Highly susceptible to the male touch as she was, she was nearly splitting herself in half by forcing herself not to respond to Haberman's devilish caresses. Her big breasts rose and fell rapidly, as her breath came in short gulps and she pressed her thighs tight together.
Only twelve minutes left. But Haberman was really tightening the screws. He grazed his fingers once more down her thighs, then shifted his position, took Marge by the elbows and drew her back, sprawling her out flat....