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…

the table, everyone talking

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 over my ankles, pressing

James is already

I wipe it

Again, Ryan’s lips don’t move. But

astonishingly difficult to chew turkey while

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

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

blushes. “Um, yes,

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

sliding her chair out as she heaves herself upright. But Charlotte is struggling herself to

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

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

on the shoulder. “Kirstie, why do women go to the toilet in

austere expression on

“Actually, I’ve always wondered that

do it,” I say, “Because it is an

lip. “I had to

the footsteps recede down the hall, James cocks his head, listening, then stands and clicks the door open. A tide of dogs flows into the room, tails

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 at the hat then speeds away with it, trailing oily

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

Richard’s feet, raising limpid brown eyes to him,