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Before she could push him away and leave, the groping stopped and his hand was under her dress, making straight for her pussy. He hooked his foot around the leg of her chair to keep her immobile, and his fingers probed her bush, trying to slide their way inside. She kept her knees pressed tightly together, but still the disgusting creature wouldn't give up. Finally, by sheer force, he managed to push the tip of one finger between her legs and press it against her wetness.
After wiggling the finger against her clit for a few seconds, he removed it, inspected the glistening digit and then proceeded to taste the wetness with his tongue.
"You are quite delicious, my dear. Sweet as honey," he whispered as he resumed the attack by pushing his hand back under her skirt and pulling hard on her pubic hairs. "Let me in, mademoiselle. If we are to enjoy this, I must insist you open your legs un peu. I want to fuck you with my finger, yes?"
Mariette kept still as a statue while her mind darted in a dozen different directions. She couldn't scream and she couldn't run. And she sure as hell couldn't stand to have him touching her like this. Just then, the silverware beside her plate caught her attention, reminding her she wasn't completely helpless.
After grabbing one of the forks, she stabbed the tines hard against the back of his hand.
"Stop what you are doing at once, sir. Or I will make sure this fork goes through your hand in the same way it would go through a tender piece of filet. I doubt you would enjoy that."
"On the contrary." He giggled and withdrew his hand a few inches, but she could see the excitement glittering in his dark eyes. "Do you notknow that pain can also be pleasure of the most exquisite kind?"