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…

the table,

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, wearing

Kirstie?” James is already half-standing from

it’s fine.” I wipe it down on my

girl.” Again, Ryan’s lips don’t move. But his

is astonishingly difficult to chew turkey while

*****

shifts uneasily in her seat. Richard murmurs something quiet to her, and she nods, grimacing. Then,

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

“Um, yes,

I know what it’s like when you’re that size and you’re trying to manage with your

chair out as she heaves herself upright. But Charlotte is struggling herself

finger working spirals between my pussy lips, I’m conscious of

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

on the shoulder. “Kirstie, why do women go to the toilet in

turn an austere

“Actually, I’ve always wondered that

it,” I say, “Because it is

plucks at his lip. “I had

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

table, waving the greasy paper. “Hey, Scruffy. Here, Scruffy.” Michael’s rat-faced mongrel streaks across the floor, snatches at the hat then speeds away

Ryan, Michael, Richard and Larry exchange inspired glances, snatching off

sits at Richard’s feet, raising limpid