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

with, I slide the panties down and over my ankles, pressing them into Ryan’s waiting hand, snatch up the fork and return

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

fine.” I wipe

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

astonishingly difficult to chew turkey while having your pussy

*****

shifts uneasily in her seat. Richard murmurs something quiet to her, and she nods, grimacing. Then, “Can you excuse me, please.

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

“Um,

a hand. I know what it’s like when

upright. But Charlotte is struggling herself to get up from her seat and Mitch rises too. “I think you both still need help in that area,” she

Ryan’s finger working spirals

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

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

turn an austere expression

pipes up. “Actually, I’ve always wondered that too…” James and Richard nod

“Because it is an ideal opportunity to

his lip. “I had

door open. A tide of dogs flows into the room, tails wagging, noses raised towards table

fat all along the length of the paper. He snaps his fingers under the table,

of hair and outrage, but 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 fingers and

Richard’s feet,