It was impossible to suppress a giggle while two strange men painted each of my nipples with warm chocolate. The chocolate was almost hot when applied to my rigidly erect nipples and the feeling as it cooled and hardened on them was strange.
I had been watching each man meticulously paint my nipples and areolas but as they finished their work I looked up at Clarence and smiled in appreciation of his generosity.
"Will you participate in painting me?" I asked as the two other men begin to paint my toes with chocolate.
Clarence simply smiled and said, "Right now you are the amuse bouche to be enjoyed and to enjoy. Soon you will be the entre' and then the plat. I intend to you have you for our dessert."
After a moment's pause Clarence said, "But I do see two possibilities that are being missed." And with that comment he asked Nicolas for a tumbler of his best port. A few minutes later he stood over me on that raised platform and slowly dripped the port into my naval before sealing it with a coating of chocolate with one of the basting brushes.
I watched him with a quizzical smile wondering what he would do next and then he coated my lips with the same port and began to delicately paint them with the chocolate.
All of this was causing me to grow increasingly aroused and then I felt one of the men began to paint my recently waxed mons. Now I could feel my vagina began to pulsate in anticipation at the thought of taking four men one after another.