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…

glance around the table, everyone talking to everyone

smile, duck under the table to ‘retrieve it’. In the five seconds I have to work with, I slide the panties down and over

is already half-standing from

it’s fine.” I wipe it down on

move. But his hand does, pushing

is astonishingly difficult to chew turkey

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

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

blushes. “Um, yes,

and 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

struggling herself to get up from her seat and Mitch rises

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

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

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

austere

I’ve always wondered that

it,” I say, “Because it is an ideal opportunity

his lip. “I had

open. A tide of dogs flows into the room, tails

his fingers under the 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 with it, trailing oily tissue

Ryan, Michael, Richard and Larry exchange inspired glances, snatching off their own hats. Michael wipes his down with a bit

role of Famine, sits at Richard’s feet, raising limpid brown eyes to him,