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

five seconds I have to work with, I slide the panties down and over my ankles, pressing them into Ryan’s waiting hand, snatch up the fork and return to the upper world, wearing my

Kirstie?” James is already

fine.” I wipe it

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

astonishingly difficult to chew turkey

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her, and she nods, grimacing. Then, “Can you excuse me, please. I’ll be

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

smile as Richard stands, sliding her chair out as she heaves herself upright. But Charlotte is struggling herself to

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

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

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

turn an austere expression

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

“Because it is an ideal opportunity

lip.

open. A tide of dogs flows into the room, tails wagging, noses raised towards table level, or in Emma’s case, above table

up a 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 at the hat then speeds

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

the role of Famine, sits at Richard’s feet, raising