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,

seconds I have to work with, I slide the panties down and over my ankles, pressing them into Ryan’s

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

fine.” I wipe it down on

move. But

to chew turkey while having your pussy

*****

Richard murmurs something quiet to her, and she nods, grimacing. Then,

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

“Um, yes,

knife 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 to manage with your

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

break myself, but with Ryan’s 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

an austere expression on

always wondered that too…” James and Richard nod

it is an

lip. “I had to

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

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,

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

at Richard’s feet, raising limpid brown eyes to him, then as she is presented with turkey-flavoured tissue, descends on it