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 talking to

I have to work with, I slide the panties down

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

I wipe

move. But his hand does, pushing between my

difficult to chew turkey while having

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Richard murmurs something quiet to her, and she nods, grimacing. Then, “Can you excuse me, please. I’ll be back in

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

“Um,

and fork. “I’ll come with you if you like. Give you a hand. I know what it’s like

her chair out as she heaves herself upright. But Charlotte is struggling herself to get up from her

break myself, but with Ryan’s finger working spirals between my pussy lips, I’m conscious

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

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

an austere

pipes up. “Actually, I’ve always wondered

it is an ideal opportunity to compare

his lip. “I had to

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

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

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

role of Famine, sits at Richard’s feet, raising limpid brown eyes to him, then as she is presented with turkey-flavoured tissue, descends on it like a wolf ravening from