“Good morning Mister Bradshaw,” she said.“And good morning to you, Missus Bradshaw. No big hurry, but we’re going out to breakfast,” I said....“Sounds good,” she said. “Denny’s?”“I’m good with that. So yes, Denny’s it is.”The ride to the diner was quiet—at first. Then it was pregnant with meaning.“We’re about to have a serious conversation. That about right,” said Rina.“Yes,” I said, “very serious.”“Boy oh boy, she really stung you didn’t she,” said Rina, it was not a question.“Not so much her as. Two weeks later Anil received a telephone call from our parents solicitor in Pune asking if we could come to his office as he would like to go over our parents Will and finalize everything for probate and also that he had an offer on the sale of the Chindarah station..Anil made arrangements to see the solicitor on the follow Anjalig Monday and on the Friday we left the Station to drive to Pune and also to spend the weekend there with friends.On the Monday we arrived early at the Solicitors. “I know I'm just your neighbor, but your dog just came into my house and fucked my brains out while I was practicing for the tournament.” She didn't specify what tournament, to Kelly there was only the one and the rest of the world would need to get on board. “You're going to blackmail me aren't you?” Angela asked. “No, yes, sort of.” She composed herself “I need to win the tournament. First off I want my panties back. I wore them before the preliminary tournament and I broke some records.. The limits had been agreed, a safe word set. All I had to do was speak it, and it would all end, immediately.I heard sounds, people moving towards me, a hand on my arse, another on my tit. My head went back as another hand cupped my pussy. A hand in my bra, pulling my tit out as a mouth closed on my nipple. Yet another down my knickers fingering me as I moaned quietly. My other tit pulled from its cup as a hand went down the back of my knickers, a finger pushing between my cheeks. The hand left.