A few days of compulsory relaxation meant for Monique the occasion to do all the annoying visiting around Sonia's house, and also a general checkup of her garderobe. But as soon as nature allowed her to satisfy it, her desire came back, just as violent as before. Janine was the first to take advantage of that state of things. While Max was traveling and was absent for a few days, Jacques consoled her, and once again, one night, while she was leaning against the stone balcony of her room, he gave her propped-up bottom the caress that had already satisfied her more than once in similar cases. She had the delightful joy of feeling the delicate and sharp tongue drilling in her narrow asshole.
One day, at last, Max telephoned her, and she immediately went to his place. He was expecting her. It was a festival of debauchery. Long suckings at her breasts, whippings of her offered bottom, and then the slow penetration of her narrow sheath by the erected dart.
A little bit later, when they had recuperated from all their efforts, they chit-chatted about them and their friends. Max told her that a couple of friends of his, Anamits by birth, were back to their nearby villa. It was a little bungalow, colored and ornamented with oriental emblems. They were a nice couple of lovers and worshipped of love, voluptuousness, and strange sex customs. They were passionate flagellants, but they knew the tortures that would bring the submitted woman to the limits of bearable pleasure. Max was to see them the next day. He asked Monique whether she would like to come with him and taste new and unbelievable pleasures. Her curiosity was awakened, and she accepted, reassured by the idea that Max could always be present.
On the next day, she received, through Max, an invitation card. It was like a Christmas card-on one side were those words, in semi-oriental characters:
“Chang and Tai” would be most pleased to have the honor of your presence to sacrifice to the great Lambda, when the full moon will reach the top of the trees. Then the Lotus flower will open, and the fruits will glow under the soft caress of the bamboos, and the love song will go to the stars.”
The other page represented-delicately drawn and painted-a naked woman standing, her legs apart, tied to the ground by her feet. The arms were joined, tied to a rope, hanging presumably from the ceiling. She was facing a green bronze buddha, fat-bellied and sardonic, in front of which were burning little perfume censers.
Monique remembered that the Lambda is a Greek letter, shaped as an upside down Y, and she understood the meaning of that celebration.
Max had added a little note telling her to be in the wood, at a certain point, at nine o'clock, and giving her some instructions as to the way she should be dressed.
The afternoon seemed endless to the young girl, and so was the evening. Immediately after the dinner, she went to her room to get ready. Fortunately the night was quite dark at this early hour. Over the dresses that he had asked her to put on she threw a long black cape, and met Max in the woods. He was waiting for her, dressed in dark blue flannel. They walked silently together to Chang's villa.
A little Anamit, naked, her loins encircled by a large black scarf covering her pubis, opened the door without saying one word. She had small and hard breasts and seemed hardly thirteen. They went into a room where one lamp, dimmed with a violet filter, was giving a strange light.
Monique took her cape off, and put a white silk mask over her face. Max looked at her; she was wearing a very short white flannel skirt that displayed generously the wonderfully shaped legs, and was rather a tennis skirt than a real dress. It stopped mid-thigh. The legs were naked. She had white linen shoes with high heels. Her blouse was of raw silk that clung to the smallest contours of her perfect bust. The provocative breasts were visible through two cavities tailored for that reason. The brown nipples were pointing out of two holes, star shaped. The contrast between the tanned flesh, the dark nipples, and the pale amber color of the blouse, were most delicate. She had also a little beret of white cotton posed, slightly sideways, on her hair.
Monique and Max followed the little Anamit girl, and they all entered a large room with green silk covering on the walls. In one side a big Buddha made of green bronze in a sitting position, was displaying its monstrous stature, lit by little lamps encircling its colossal base. From the ceiling colored streamers were hanging with delicately painted dragons and flowers. And everywhere, in an artistically created disorder, were silk cushions also decorated with flowers and dragons.
Monique, getting used to the very dim light, saw the two Anamits, kneeling in front of the Buddha, and they got up and came to them.
He was dressed traditionally with the long frock of dark silk, and the little sharp pointed shoes. She was wearing only the black silk pants, and on her chest two sharp and erected breasts were pointing their hard nipples toward the ceiling.
They bowed in front of the visitors, and Chang kissed Monique's hand. Then they took them to the Buddha. It was only at that moment that Monique saw the Buddha's colossal phallus. In full erection, and shining under the multicolored lamps. A strange smile was forever ornating the bronze colossal face.
Chang showed Max to a silk cushion in one corner of the room and gave him cigarettes. He added with a strange smile: “You can smoke it, it is only tobacco.” Then he came back to his place behind Monique on a big cushion, also decorated with dragons.
Tai came to Monique and sitting in front of her, contemplated the offered breasts enhanced by the strange cut of her blouse. She gave the pink nipples two soft kisses that had Monique shivering. Chang was admiring the long legs under the dress, and also the magnificent back. His eyes were already shining with desire.
Slowly, and so delicately that she hardly realized it, he unhooked the blouse, and Tai took it off. The young girl blushed a little while the familiar warmth filled her veins. Her eyes were looking over Tai's shoulders at the sardonical Buddha, but she did not see Chang remove one corner of the carpet, and thus unveil a mirror on the ground with two cavities on each side in the shape of a foot. Then Chang took some incense and ceremoniously put it in the burners. A strange and powerful smell filled the room.
Tai took Monique over the mirror that nothing was lighting. Then she fixed her hands at two variegated streamers, stopped. Then a dim pink light came from under her on the mirror. The shape of her perfect legs was enhanced by her very high heels.
Her thighs closed, Monique was waiting, breathing the penetrating smell of the subtle perfumes. She felt Chang coming close behind her with his pillow.
Tai was admiring the superb breasts. She covered the soft globes with her small hands and gave the teats very soft and slow caresses. Monique closed her eyes, letting joy come in her, feeling Chang's eyes on her intimates displayed by the mirror. Then Tai took a little gray feather, very light and silky, and with its tip she started caressing the nipple of one breast. It communicated a delightful sensation to the whole body of the young girl. The nipples suddenly hardened and got erected, and her whole body was soon overcome by that intoxicating sensation of pleasure.
Monique could not hold back a deep sigh and she offered the other breast. But Tai was lingering on one breast, looking intensely at the erection of those breasts, spying the smallest shiver on that abandoned flesh. Under the increasing excitation, Monique was twisting her belly, and Chang was following in the mirror the undulations of the bottom.
But the excitation became unbearable; in vain was she trying to offer the other breast. Tai was touching only one globe, drawing large circles, and then pinching the nipple, tickling at the hyper-sensitive flesh, and then again… and up, and down… in a light and unbearable touch…
Now Monique was convulsively dancing like the oriental dancers over the revealing mirror for Chang's pleasure.
The feather once again resumed its tickling of the nipple that was getting painful, so hard was the excitation. And then it went to the other breast. Monique was sighing more and more deeply and the Buddha, facing her, seemed to laugh at her delightful torment. She had the feeling that her breasts had doubled their volume under the titillation of the feather. And she understood the sense of the sentence: ”… the fruits will glow under the soft caress of the bamboos,” that she had read on the invitation card.
Then Tai spoke with mellifluous tones:
“Little occidental girl, open your legs, and place your feet where the Master wants you to place them.”
Monique, sighing, the pulse beating hard at her temples, looked at Tai, but she had an absolutely impassive face, and was still caressing the globes with her feather. Then Monique slowly opened her legs and placed her feet in the two inclined holes on both sides of the mirror. The legs opened like the two branches of a compass. Monique was holding firmly the multicolored streamers, and the inclined position of the holes for her feet preventing her from sliding, keeping her from getting tired too easily. Monique, palpitating under the caress of the feather, did not care to let Chang see her sex between her legs; it had no importance. Nothing was important but her pleasure. And anyway, how many eyes had already contemplated, in a mirror, her intimacy. Tai was also sometimes looking at the yawning pink slit, but her hand was carefully caressing the exacerbated teats. Chang was taking a very great pleasure in that voluptuous sight, and could feel his member erect under his black silk pants.
Then, under the excitation, Monique could not control herself, and once again she offered the sight of her dancing legs in the mirror, displaying and hiding her sex according to the positions that she was assuming under the caress. She was panting with pleasure, and a little bit of juice was dripping from her cunt. In one throb, she closed her legs, but Chang feared all at once. She leaned her head forward and immediately grabbed her feet, and replaced herself in the posture that she had before. Then she stopped resisting and gave herself to the spasm that was in her. She came with huge bumps of her belly, and the legs seemed to give up under her.
Chang held the exhausted Monique and allowed her to close her legs. Tai put some more incense in the burners, and then Chang came in front of Monique, Tai from behind, unhooked the short skirt, and the completely naked body was offered to the contemplation of everyone. Even Tai was admiring and her eyes were shining with pleasure.
Chang bent forward and started caressing the nipples with his lips; he sucked deeply at their contracted little buds, proving how he loved the contact of that hard and soft flesh. His thin fingers were caressing Monique's belly. Tai was standing behind Monique, her hands crossed over her chest.
But then Chang stopped sucking at the breasts, and the reddened and damp nipples were out of his mouth. Chang gave Tai a sign, and then the streamers were lifted some more till the young girl's arms were nearly parallel above her head. The ankles were tied to a pair of bracelets to the ground, and the legs taken more apart. Then like a fleshy Lambda, Monique was offered to the motionless eyes of the Buddha and to the shining eyes of the other assistants.
The only contrasting white spots on that tanned flesh were the white mask on her eyes and the little white beret. The body, lit by the mirror, was offering its pink flesh shaded by the pubic hair and the hole of her navel.
Monique, slightly anxious, was waiting. Between her opened legs the lips of her cunt were slightly protruding, and the immodestly displayed cunt was revealed in the mirror. Sweet sight. In the silence came Tai's voice:
“Little occidental girl, now that your breasts have given you pleasure you must offer their torture to the Buddha so that He will allow you to receive more penetrating and exciting caresses.”
Monique took a look at Tai, she was standing sideways by the tied girl. In her hand was a cat o'nine tails, whose lashes were made of silk, tressed as little ropes, and cut quite short.
She raised her hand and the breasts shivered, round and firm. Monique closed her eyes, more surprised than hurt by the blow that had just hit her right breast. The lashes slid on the globe, hesitating regretfully on the nipple, and again Tai raised her hand and a methodical flagellation began. The blows were calculated so that she only felt a dim warmth fill her veins. Her breasts were shaken by the harder and harder blows of the silk lashes. It did not really hurt; it was more like a kiss of fire that was irradiating through her whole body. The breasts were little by little becoming pinker and pinker. Suddenly Tai struck from the base of the breasts to the top of the globe, and sometimes the two globes would shiver and swing against each other; then Tai stroked without any precise direction and it gave the expected result. Under the diffuse flagellation the breasts became more sensitive and Monique twisted her bust. She started the most magnificent, the most lubric oriental dance. She uttered hoarse cries at each blow. Her eyes closed, her lips closed tight together, Monique was sinking in an abyss of pleasure. She felt as if her two breasts were burning coals…
Tai was only aiming at the globes and they had now taken a deep purple coloration. From time to time the lashes hurt the nipples, and then Monique was twisting her whole body more violently. Like a puppet she was trying to free herself from her ties. Her belly was tensed, sometimes offered and sometimes refusing to be touched. Her twisted sex was opening and closing and the men were following its movements in the mirror. Then Tai started hurting her, hitting stronger and harder, but so deep was the pleasure of Monique that she did not even realize that Tai had changed to another whip, made of bigger, harder, and more dense lashes. An intense warmth covered her chest and she felt something that was either insufferable pain, or pleasure. The breasts being hit more violently, were slapping against each other. The lashes were dancing around the globes, squeezing the nipples that sometimes disappeared completely in the softer flesh of the breast, to immediately reappear, redder and harder. Her body was arching in the most lubric attitudes. Her mouth twisted, she was crying, hollering under the flagellation, and Tai knew that Monique was deeply suffering. She was openly surprised that the girl did not swoon under the violence of the whipping. But she could also see the pleasure that Chang was taking in her torture and she kept on whipping the tormented flesh harder and harder.
The lashes were crashing on the soft flesh, squeezing, burning, biting. Then, after a last row of blows that had Monique hollering her pain like a tortured beast, she stopped tormenting the reddened flesh.
Silence came. The only rumor was the sigh of the tortured girl, hanging from the ceiling, her head leaning on one side. Max and Chang came by, and Chang started sucking at one nipple, his caress bringing some appeasement to the burning pain that was drilling its way through Monique's body.
Then Chang said a few words in Anamit dialect to his wife. She disappeared and came by pushing a little table on rubber wheels. It was covered by a piece of blue material and slightly inclined. The streamers were lowered from the ceiling. The table was used as a bench. The girl was now sitting on it and then she lay on it. Then, her arched body propped, her chest and its voluminous teats were delightfully offered. The ankles were tied by Chang and Tai, to a couple of bracelets also hanging from streamers that were lowered from the ceiling. When those were lifted up, the legs were propped up like a V, in a 90° angle to the belly.
In the light of the little lamps the pulpy buttocks appeared, and then the yawning mouth of the sex, and the puckered asshole. The light of the mirror was turned out, and then another pink light came on and the ray was directed right on the girl's cunt. It was a delicate sight, that long slit, with the pulpy and slightly damp lips of the cunt protecting the love bud and her virginity. And also the sight of her anus, narrow door to her warm insides.
Monique was slowly recuperating. Her breasts were still hurting, and she remembered the account of what had happened to the young bride, as told by Janine. She was a little scared.
She felt a long caress on her sex. Tai, kneeling in front of her gaping and opened thighs, had posed a very soft and supple feather on her clitoris, and softly she was teasing the erected bump. The result was immediate, the little piece of flesh soon dilated, and pointed out, building out of the protective lips. Then, with the tip of the feather, Tai started caressing the tip of the clitoris, being very careful not to touch the nipples without touching the globes of the breast. Monique felt a violent excitation come in her. Her body, already exacerbated by the flagellation, got more tense, and they could all see the belly undulate, the thighs open more widely, and the sex offer its pink mouth.
Tai, as a conscientious pupil was still brushing the end of the clitoris with the tip of the feather.
Then came the sighs of pleasure from Monique, who, forgetting the cruel flagellation that her breasts had just endured, was now giving up under the exciting masturbation of that little feather on her most sensitive part. She came fast, in spite of the lightness of the caress. She was violent, and the contraction of the belly and the pubis surprised Tai, though she was expecting it. Monique uttered loud moans and her muscles tightened, then the cunt seemed to open, to twist a couple of convulsions, and while the cries of voluptuousness were bursting under the ornated ceiling, the cunt yawned more openly and the come juices came dripping at its edge. Tai received the juices on the feather and on her fingers. And then it was silence again, while the voluptuous belly was still convulsively agitated.
Tai, still kneeling, was expecting, contemplating Monique's cunt, and giving her some time to recuperate. Then, pulling an ivory dildo from a little box posed at the feet of the Buddha, she posed it against the offered, puckered anus, and pushed it. It was approximately the size of a man's prick. Slowly, while Monique was moaning, half surprised and half pleased, Tai dug the dildo in her up to the hilt till her fingers met the skin of Monique's ass.
The two men were bending on each side of Tai, and she was pushing and pulling the ivory dildo in and out of Monique's ass. But the dildo was sliding too easily in that mouth that had been taken so many times. Tai was agitating it in all directions so as to widen the passage. Max understood why when he saw the girl prepare another dildo, bigger and fatter, with a bump in its middle and whose head was olive shaped. Tai removed the other from the entrails, and posing the bigger one against the hole, she pushed violently at the pole. In went the dildo with a wet noise. The mouth seemed to open under the effort of the penetration, but the whole tool penetrated and was swallowed by the entrails and their mysteries. The whole dildo was in Monique.
She guessed, at the sudden dilation of her asshole, the trick that had been played on her, but she did not say anything and let the voluptuousness of the penetration bring another pleasure to her.
Tai was looking at Chang, but he said: “No, not tonight, another time.” Max saw that Tai, while agitating the dildo in Monique's ass, was closing the box that she had taken it from, and he guessed that it probably contained another dildo, even bigger. He could not imagine that she could support a bigger tool in her, so big was the one that she was already swallowing.
Tai was slowly agitating the tool in her palpitating belly, and Max, with Chang, was watching the contractions of the asshole on the phallus that penetrated its flesh. It was a fascinating sight to see that mouth suck up the ivory. It was as two parted lips, pulled out when the dildo was pulled out, glued to the material, and then pushed in with a moist noise. Come juice was slowly dripping from the satisfied cunt and was lubricating the ivory pole, making it slide more easily in the ass.
Excited by that shuttle movement, Monique realized that her pleasure was coming once again. She forgot all about the shameful posture she was assuming. She thought only of herself, her joy and satisfaction. Once again, her belly contracted by the voluptuous spasm, quivered, and tensed. The buttocks were propped up, offered, gaping under the sodomization. Her thighs contracted and she tried to free herself from her ties… in vain. Tai was manipulating the dildo with an expert hand, and she was slowly and inexorably bringing Monique to a climax. It happened at last, and she could not master any longer the frantic moves of her body. Tai could hardly control the movements of the dildo between her fingers. Then, contracted in her ties, Monique uttered her pleasure and fell motionless, exhausted, on the couch. Tai dropped the pole that remained implanted in Monique's ass. She watched the last nervous contractions of that body, tortured with pleasure, and then she took the shiny instrument out of her victim's flesh.
Then Tai undid the ties that were holding Monique prisoner, and helped the girl stand up. Once again, Monique was on the mirror, her arms lifted up. And once again the dim light surrounded and enhanced the soft contour of her juvenile body.
“Now you must dance a little, in order to charm the Master.”
Monique listened to Tai's demand, but too exhausted to move, remained gazing and breathing heavily. Then Tai murmured:
“You refuse? You do not know how to dance perhaps? Now, look how easy…”
Monique cried, there was a swish in the room. Encircling the globe of one of her buttocks, the leather lash of a cat o'nine tails drew another welt on her rear. Before she could utter the faintest protestation, Monique felt a hard blow on her already oversensitive skin. Her whole body was flooded by an intense pain. Tai was an expert whipper. Monique, her teeth clenched, could not help moaning under the biting of the lashes. And, while she tried to avoid the cruel contact, she executed in front of Chang and Max the most obscene and lubric of belly dances.
Her belly was undulating, twisting, gyrating all kinds of ways, under the stimulant action of the whip. Her navel was opening and closing, like another little mouth in the middle of her belly. The pubis was sometimes protruding, and sometimes nearly completely disappearing between her closed legs. The buttocks were already red, but Tai was not stopping. She was flogging violently the plump bottom and one could already see big blue streaks on the globes. She was flogging so violently that the lashes seemed to disappear completely in the flesh, and then suddenly reappear leaving a red mark on the tortured flesh. Monique was crying, hollering, hiccuping, her eyes bulging, her mouth twisted. That was the most serious correction that she had received for a very, very long time.
But Chang saw the young girl was slowly reaching the extreme limits of her resistance. He gave Tai a sign, and after two more strokes, she stopped flogging the reddened bottom.
Then Chang came by the young girl and contemplated the ruby-red buttocks. He palpitated the painfully exacerbated flesh, and then said:
“Now you have to come and beg for mercy to the grand Master, and ask for his forgiveness for what you have done.”
Monique's arms were untied, she rubbed her wrists and was helped on her feet by Tai and Chang. She was really tired.
They dragged her to the dragon, and then opened a little door concealed by the bulk of the idol. They entered a dark room, But as soon as they went in a little light was set and Monique saw another buddha, made of some sort of green glass, lit from the inside by a very dim lamp, so dim that it looked nearly phosphorescent. It was a replica from the one in the other room, and Monique, for a short moment thought that there was nothing different from the other Buddha. Then Chang let her contemplate the idol. She saw that it represented a sitting buddha, his legs wide apart, the pubis protruding, and from the bump of the pubis was jutting a prick so big that it could definitely satisfy the widest cunt, and the deepest belly. Monique, dragged by Chang, could not keep her eyes away from that luminous phallus. The buddha's seemed to be waiting for her body and demanding some strange embrace.
Monique's burning body shivered at that fabulous sight. Chang turned her around and thrust her into the Buddha's arms. She felt the glass rod against her buttocks and quivered. The glass was warm, at body temperature. Monique tried to meet Max's eyes. She saw that he was waiting for her first reaction.
Tai and Chang were both kneeling on each side of the statue, and their eyes could not leave the Buddha's sex.
Monique felt an intense emotion fill her burning body. It was as if she suddenly had gone crazy, as if some mysterious force was drawing her into the arms of the smiling statue. Her nipples were hard and erected under the excitement. A violent and voluptuous scent was intoxicating her; in the nearly completely dark room she could see the faces of Max and Chang only with the dim light coming from the Buddha's glass body. She looked at Tai's beautiful torso. Her breasts were jutting and seemed made out of a wonderful marble with a warm amber coloration. They all appeared as real creatures, and they were all awaiting her decision. Then she squatted, opened her legs and felt the tip of that monstrous sex between her buttocks, sliding softly in the valley between the two plump globes. She shivered, as excited as if it had been a man taking her. She rubbed herself against the hard tool, and felt it touch the puckered mouth of her ass. She sighed helplessly and once again she tried to meet Max's eyes. But Max was hypnotized, looking between her legs where he could see the slow progression of the Buddha's sex between the buttocks of the young girl. Then she leaned on the Buddha's arms, the only part of the idol that she could see. She pushed her buttocks against the prick that was dilating her asshole.
She felt a dim pain, but also the smooth penetration of the slimy glass in her belly. But now she wanted to do it all the way, to feel deep in her body the hard feelings of that incongruous rape. Millimeter by millimeter, the huge prick's head was edging its way in the narrow sheath, sliding in her, forcing her asshole, and dilating the passage. And Monique felt the lips of her narrow mouth close on the brim of the protruding head. Then she pushed regularly and slowly felt her insides take the exact shape of the huge cylinder, mold its rotundity, and soon she felt the Buddha's glass pubis against her bottom. She gave herself completely and remain impaled in a monstrous union with the idol. Once again she looked for Max and saw him by Chang.
Then she heard Tai's hoarse voice whispering by her ear:
“Darling, it is so beautiful. Give yourself pleasure, you will see how exciting…”
And she received a long kiss on her lips from Tai's lips. She was troubled by that delightful contact. Then she posed her hands on the Buddha's knees and lifted her whole body up. When she felt that the tool was going to slide completely out of her, she sat down again. She was surprised at the extraordinary voluptuousness that suddenly came in her at the renewed penetration.
From the base of the statue another beam of dim pink light was lit, and came right between the young girl's legs. She closed her eyes and enjoyed herself like a wild animal, completely uninhibited. She was even more excited at the mere idea of the three other persons in the same room looking at her monstrous embrace with that motionless and yet lifelike image of lust personified by the glass Buddha. She was now doing all the action, rubbing her insides on the Buddha's prick, lifting her body up, and then letting it fall, impaled once again, to lift it once more. She was like a vertical pendulum sliding on that shining glass rail. The pole was going in and out of her flesh with a soft silky wet noise; it sounded a little like the suction of a syrupy kiss. Her breasts were slightly sagging under her oscillating body, and she accelerated the shuttle movement of her ass on the glass sex. Everyone was silent, and the murmur of the flesh against the glass was the only noise to be heard in that strange temple of the Ancestors.
Monique could feel her pleasure come to a peak, but she was quite exhausted and her movements were accentuating that fatigue. Tai understood it quite well and came by her. She took her under the arms and helped her to sodomize herself. The spasms were not long coming, and Monique, biting at one of Tai's breasts, uttered her satisfaction and let herself fall between the statue's arms, while three gushes of warm liquid were flooding her insides.
She had hardly recovered her mind when she was disimpaled and propped upon a leather couch, her bottom up and her legs apart. She felt the man's virility on her ass, and hid her face between her arms, consenting, without any shame. She hardly felt the penetration of the thin prick in her ass after the huge tool that had sodomized her for such a long time.
But in the dark room, close to them, another woman was crying, crying with pain…
“Tai said Chang in commanding tones.”
“Yes Chang, but…no… not as the statue… aaah…”
Then silence. Monique, excited by the idea of Max ass fucking the narrow and petite woman tightened her muscles on Chang's prick. She thought that she was too tired to react once more to pleasure but was amazed to find out that she was feeling her joy come back with renewed violence. If her sighs were merely from pleasure and satisfaction, Tai was now exhaling her pain in long moans. But after all she now paying for Monique's coming. They all came together in a concert of gasping noises and moans, inarticulate, fantastic, out of this world.
With the typical oriental delicateness, Chang and Tai left Monique to dress alone in the now completely silent room. And she asked Monique to come back another time, for a big festivity that was to take place at their home. Monique, whose healthy nature was not rebuked by the idea of the whip, promised to come and kissed Tai back. She left her with the word that Tai was expecting: “I will be back!”
She did not meet Chang before leaving the villa, and met Max waiting for her outside. They walked back to Sonia's house, silently, but when he kissed her good night, Max could easily see that Monique had been perfectly satisfied with her evening.