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He played his part well. Joshua was great. We "accidentally" danced over close to Philip and his wife, who were also dancing, and then Joshua put me in front of him so that his arms went around me from behind, and I was facing Philip. Remember, the front of the dress went down to the top of my cunt; this was obvious to everyone.

I remembered standing facing the audience on the dais in the Church, with my cunt only millimeters from being on display. This thought got me aroused.

Joshua stuck his hand down the front of my dress, and began to finger me, right there on the dance floor, with my front facing Philip's face, and the back of his wife. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the fingering. Joshua managed to pull the dress down a bit (the fabric had some give in it), exposing at least half my cunt to anyone who was looking, and Philip was looking intensely at Joshua fingering my cunt.

I did not know this, because my eyes were closed. Joshua whispered to me, "Now." This was my clue to begin softly moaning, and I promptly did. It was not hard, Joshua was really good at fingering a girl, and I was actually enjoying it. The exhibitionist element was fantastic.

I had not thought of that beforehand, I was concentrating on tormenting Philip, but of course after a short bit I realized I had to be on display not just to Philip but perhaps to a significant part of the wedding guest list. My eyes were closed because I did not want Philip to realize I knew he was there.

Joshua then turned me sideways, so that Philip could see his hand in my cunt, fingering away, and his hand on my ass, at the same time. He then began to finger my asshole, too. He pulled again on my dress, and the fabric stretched a little more, so that Philip could plainly tell I was being fingered front and back at the same time.

I moaned some more. At this point one of the bankers asked to cut in on Joshua. In a break with protocol, he told him he would ask the lady. My eyes flashed open, and I recognized one of the bankers we had overheard the night before, hoping to meet Joanie of Zurich.

My being Joanie of Zurich was Philip's handiwork, as I knew from my hacking of Klaus Schmidt's computer and having read his email and Facebook messages. So it seemed appropriate. Plus, it would have been rude for Joshua or me to refuse such a request at a wedding reception, and I did not want to spoil things for Odessa.

His name was Samuel, and he pulled me into him. I guess he had been watching me being fingered and having my cunt exposed, because his cock was hard. My dress had returned to its original state, and I was relieved, since I was not sure that would happen. So my cunt was still highly accessible, but not exposed to view.

Samuel put his arm around me as we danced, and placed his hand at the small of my back. He whispered in my ear, "You're Joanie of Zurich, aren't you?"

"Yes," I confessed.

"I have a picture of you on my computer's desktop screen."

"I'm sure you do," I said with an edge in my voice.

"I think you are beautiful, and I am thrilled not just to meet you but to hold you in my arms."

"We're only dancing, Samuel," I said. "Let's not get carried away here. Thanks for the complement; you're handsome yourself."
"Can I cop a feel, please?" he asked, sounding pathetic, like a little boy.

I could not believe this. Who would ask such a thing? But then, I thought, my dress was outrageous; not my fault, but he did not know that. And I had just allowed a man to finger me and expose some of my cunt right in front of him. How prim and proper could I b, after all?

He sounded so vulnerable and sweet, if completely offensive, asking his question, my tone softened.

"Dance me over to where Philip Wilson is looking at us, and when he is, you can discretely feel up my boobs," I said.

"But aren't you his mistress?" he asked, apparently worried Philip might be annoyed.

"It's OK.

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