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Henri and Margarite - a Digression: Part Two

Soon Monsieur Lafrage called out to his guests – about twelve in all, “Dinner is served.” Henri and Margarite were seated across from a young couple, Roman and Desiree, at a table for four. Roman was an up and coming attorney at the company. Desiree had long brown hair and was almost pretty. There were three tables in all – the Lafrages sat with the company vice president and his wife. Margarite noticed that the wife of the vice president was a slender, older woman with straight gray hair that she wore in short pageboy. Margarite remarked to Desiree, “Now that woman has a certain air about her. A certain style.”

“Yes,” answered Desiree. “I find her quite attractive. Much more so that Madam Lafrage. In fact, I wish I could make love to her, but I understand she adores and unhesitatingly obeys her husband. In fact, while I was talking to her, she said that she is going to some sort of training tomorrow so that she can be even more submissive to him.”

“Hmm, how interesting,” said Margarite as she squeezed Henri’s thigh under the table and a waiter placed a large bottle of wine in front of each couple. Holding her drink in her left hand and talking to Desiree, Margarite, with her right hand, soon could feel Henri’s erection beneath his suit trousers. Desiree looked at Henri and said, “Are you OK? You look flushed?”

“No, I’m fine. Just the wine I guess,” he answered as Margarite pulled his hand over to her leg; and higher up.