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Diana felt her guilt quickly melt away, replaced by excitement as she took the first glimpse of the show.

And, a show, it was. Harry was sitting on his own desk, his pants long gone. His cock was not visible, but only because of the way Selina wrapped her lips around, devouring it completely. Diana would have assumed Selina’s gags to be exaggerated, but the memory of their previous encounter was still sharp.

Though, while she wasn’t able to see much of Harry due to the angle, Selina’s looks replaced it. Her dress was long gone, and while she was still wearing underwear, it didn’t cover much. Her panties were wet enough to be transparent, and the cups of her bra had been pulled down to make her tits dance, showing a perfect balance of size and elegance.

Just a touch smaller than Diana’s own divine bust.

However, despite the amazing sight of her half-naked body, Diana’s gaze was caught by the way Harry was grabbing her hair. Diana had too much experience with fighting to miss the intensity he was grabbing her hair. His fingers were rough and merciless, clearly hard enough to hurt, and it was not for show.

Diana would have broken the door to save Selina … but her moans left no doubt about Selina’s enjoyment. She looked down in guilt, checking her own body in the comfortable dress. Not because she was peeking — not after they had already given her a deliberate show before — but because of the speed she imagined herself in place of Selina, her hair being pulled even more roughly…

“I … I can’t like that kind of thing, can I?” Diana whispered softly. She had never been with a man, but previously, when she imagined, she imagined a beautiful act, two loving people, under the covers of bed, in a beautiful bliss that left the rest of the world out. She imagined Bruce would be the one to give that to her, before he proved how untrustworthy he truly was.

Diana shivered as she wondered if his fingers would feel if they were wrapped around her hair, treating her roughly. The thought alone was enough to send her body tingling.

As she watched, Selina pulled back, only for her fingers to wrap around his wet shaft, moving up and down steadily while she breathed hard. “Give me a second,” Selina gasped. “I need to catch my breath.”

“Already? I remember someone declaring their determination to ruin me forever,” Harry replied mockingly as he pulled Selina to her lap, but lay her down. “Someone needs a reminder about arrogance.”

And, slapped Selina’s ass.

Diana’s eyes widened even more as she watched Harry turn Selina’s ass into a beautiful red welt, each spank not only making Selina moan, but making her shiver. “T-this is wrong,” Diana muttered, but that didn’t prevent her from imagining herself in Selina’s place, being spanked just as hard.

Then, her imagination caught fire, and she imagined herself wrapped with her own lasso, being forced to answer questions about the treatment, absolute honesty forced out of her. And, she had a shameful guess about the nature of those answers.

She imagined herself under the same desk as Harry worked, sucking him while Harry wrote with one hand, using his other hand to explore under her blouse. Diana bit her lip, trying to hide her whimper.

She knew it was a bit of a complicated situation. Not just because of her virginity, but also because of her state. She had just dumped Bruce, and along with everything else, she was not in a good decision-making spot.

What she needed was to turn back and return to the living room, maybe stop by the kitchen to pick a bottle of wine.

But, she stayed.

Not only did she stay, but also her hands dipped down along her body, unbuttoning her shirt and caressing her breasts. A whimper escaped her mouth as her palms landed on her breasts, delivering a soft massage.

At first … merely a minute later, she pulled down her dress, removed her bra, and twisted her nipples with shocking aggression as Harry continued to spank Selina.

“That’s enough,” Harry called. She was afraid that the show would end, but luckily, that was replaced by excitement when Selia took her earlier position, throating him once more … only occasional pauses as she used her tongue just like a naughty cat.

The way her tongue swirled around his crown was enough to drive Diana crazy.

Maybe she was a pervert. Helpless, she bit her lips, doing her best to contain a moan, but failing to do so. Luckily, they were too distracted to notice. Diana’s legs rebelled and started to rub against each other, further enhancing her pleasure.

“I need to go,” Diana whispered, but she failed to move. How could she retreat, when Selina was doing wonders face-fucking herself with his cock, droll dripping down from her chin onto her naked breasts as Harry slapped them again and again.

The growing wetness on her crotch was out of control. Diana surrendered to joy, letting one of her fingers dip down, caressing her wetness to awaken the libido she had been doing her best to suppress for a long time.

His hips buckled, and Diana watched Selina, swallowing it all obediently … yet, her attention was soon stolen by something more urgent. His gaze, turned to her, meeting through the keyhole she had been peeking through.

Fear filled Diana, afraid of being caught and challenged, glad that the door was there to block the exact nature of her observations. She barely fixed her dress, expecting him to drag her to the room.

Just like how he had done when they had first caught her.

She waited tensely, careful not to question why the anticipation causing her arousal to spike. She didn’t need to ask, not when soon everything would be out of control. She stayed in place, not running away…

Only for Harry to throw Selina against the desk before invading her core aggressively, but not before smirking her way.

Diana was a warrior at heart, so the challenging nature of his smirk was not lost on her. He was daring her to take the next step, to join the ‘fight’ and prove herself.

But, for the first time in her life, she acted like a coward, failing to embrace the challenge. But, she didn’t retreat either. Her desire to join intensified further as she watched Selina moan loudly, keeping her in a place like an anchor, unable to move away.

So, she watched, unable to move away as a deep blush covered her face, borne from a combination of shame and desire. Yet, with her courage failing her for the first time in her life, she stayed in place.

She shivered. It was like a glimpse into her true self. She had always been proud of her courage, but seeing that it wasn’t as strong as she had thought was a blow. She could fight any battle … but looking back, how much of it was courage, and how much of it was the confidence from her powers, secure in the knowledge she wouldn’t be hurt by the so-called dangers.

Diana bit her lips as she watched. It was unsettling to have such a personal crisis of belief while she watched Selina being driven into the desk without a hint of mercy, her moans of pleasure the only response.

A show that lasted longer than she expected even as Harry grabbed Selina’s hair tightly, using it for leverage to invade her other hole. Diana’s eyes widened as she watched Harry’s huge cock disappear completely, Selina’s moans filling the study completely.

Diana breathed hard as she once again lost control of her hands, one disappearing between her legs while the other traveled down her collar to her pale breasts. Then, her mind wandered further, making her think how she would look at the same position. Especially if his hand was around her hair like that while her hands were wrapped by the golden lasso, rendering her completely helpless.

Abandoned in pleasure.

Diana whimpered helplessly, unable to identify the reason for her own reaction. She knew that it was wrong for her to think about it just as much as it was wrong to peek at them even with the semi-official invitation, but she couldn’t help it.

Yet, once she watched Selina collapse in a climax, Diana did another thing more shameful than taking Selina’s place there.

She retreated, like a coward.