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…

around the table,

fork, 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

fork, Kirstie?” James is already half-standing

fine.” I wipe it

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

difficult to chew

*****

and she nods, grimacing. Then, “Can you excuse me, please. I’ll

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

“Um,

Give you a hand. I know what it’s like when you’re that size and you’re trying to manage with

struggling herself to get up from her seat and Mitch rises too. “I think you both still need help in

Ryan’s finger working spirals between my pussy

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

exit, Ryan taps me on the shoulder.

an austere expression on

wondered that too…” James and Richard

I say, “Because it is an ideal

his lip. “I

the hall, James cocks his head, listening, then stands and clicks the door open. A tide of dogs flows into the room, tails wagging, noses raised towards table level,

whips off his 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,

hair and outrage, but Ryan, Michael, Richard and Larry exchange inspired glances, snatching off their own hats. Michael wipes

Meg, in her best rendition of the role of Famine, sits at Richard’s feet,