“Here is your table.” The hostess said, “These are the Patrick’s.” At the table sat Steven and Beth Patrick. Steven was an older man. He was... probably in his later thirties. He was six feet tall with thinning brown hair. Beth, on the other hand, was a slim woman with ample breast, and obviously still in her twenties. “Welcome to the party. I’m Steve and this is my wife Beth.” “Hi, I’m Jim and this is Pat.” My father said as he pulled out his wife’s chair. “Are you regulars here at the club?”. I haven’t got any there. I’m going to need to go to the flat.’ ‘Ah.’ Luke’s eyes softened in understanding. ‘But Daniel won’t be home, will he? Surely he’ll be at work.’ I bit my lip. ‘He’s on leave. We’re both on leave. We’re supposed to be on our honeymoon in the Maldives, remember?’ ‘Right.’ He gazed at me solemnly for a moment. ‘Then I’ll come with you.’ ‘I don’t think so.’ Despite my misgivings, I found myself smiling. ‘I really don’t think that’d be a good idea, do you?’ Luke pretended to. Having lost all ability to think I merely reacted, my hands combing through her strawberry locks, holding her face in place. I began to saw slowly in and out of her pretty face, regaining just enough control to keep her from choking on me. Cupping my nuts in her hand, she hummed as I gently face fucked her. “Oona, that feels so good!” I moaned. Just when I thought it couldn’t get better, she pulled off my stiffness, smiled, and then ducked down, enveloping my left testicle in her warm, wet. It was obvious to him that the plastic wrapped package had originally contained $100,000, and he knew that there were 14 more of them in the black nylon bag sitting in the dugout beneath the camp. He hadn’t succumbed to the urge to open the hinged hatchway that was hidden under the bed in the bedroom next door to his. He badly wanted to bring up the bag so that he could count all of this newfound wealth, but fear of discovery was combined with the realization that knowing the exact total of his.