Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Larry slices into something, chews, then says, “This is excellent. What am I eating here?”

James looks across to his plate. “Prune-stuffed pork. Regional speciality where I grew up, usually made for special occasions.” Larry’s brows arch.

Under the table, I become aware of a hand on my thigh. Ryan appears to be listening to the conversation, but ‘below stairs’ he eases between my knees, pushing them apart. Very quietly, he murmurs, “Open up.”

James and Larry are still talking. “Where was that? That you grew up, I mean?”

“Spain.”

“Really? What part?”

“Valencia Province. You know it?”

“Not well. I've visited Valencia city, but I didn't get further afield than that. So, you're Spanish?”

“My mother was Spanish. My father English.”

Ryan eases a finger down and in, tracing a line over my skin that makes my pussy warm and twitch. He speaks without moving his lips. “Wider.”

I’m trying to chew my food, but it’s not easy. Finger and thumb pluck at my panties. “Off.”

“Ryan…” My voice is a hiss.

“Off, I said.”

All eyes are on James and Larry. Nonetheless, I’m happy that, my face made-up, my flush is concealed as I raise myself from my seat just enough for Ryan to hook fingers into my panties and tug down. “Finish the job,” he murmurs. “Take them off and give them to me.”

Christ…

table, everyone

then, pasting on a sheepish smile, duck under the table to ‘retrieve it’. In the five seconds I have to work with, I slide the panties down and over my ankles, pressing them into Ryan’s waiting hand, snatch up the fork and return to the upper world,

fork, Kirstie?” James is already half-standing from

wipe

move. But his hand does, pushing

difficult to chew

*****

she nods, grimacing. Then, “Can you

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

“Um, yes,

fork. “I’ll come with you if you like. Give you a hand. I know what it’s like when you’re that size and you’re trying

as she heaves herself upright. But Charlotte is struggling herself to get up from her seat and Mitch

break myself, but with Ryan’s finger working spirals between

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

three women exit, Ryan taps me on the shoulder. “Kirstie, why do women go to

austere expression on

I’ve always wondered that

say, “Because it is an ideal opportunity to compare notes

at his lip. “I had

tide of dogs flows into the room, tails wagging, noses raised towards table level, or in Emma’s case, above table level, giving her a direct line of sight on the

pirate hat, then snatching up a pig-in-blanket, he smears bacon fat all along the length of the paper. He snaps his fingers under the table, waving the greasy paper. “Hey, Scruffy. Here, Scruffy.” Michael’s rat-faced mongrel streaks across the floor, snatches at

rest of the dogs follow him in a cloud of hair and outrage, but Ryan, Michael, Richard and Larry exchange inspired glances, snatching off their own hats.

Famine, sits at Richard’s feet, raising limpid brown eyes to him, then as she is presented with