You’re the only one who can help me.”Stacia stepped further into the kitchen, seemingly intent on putting herself between me and the redhead. I re...ached and snagged her hand to stop her. “No, I don’t believe she’s here to hurt me.”The redhead grimaced. “I’ll only hurt you if you can’t help me.”“Ah, an ultimatum,” I said and smiled at the others. “Well, then we’re done.” Then I spun around, turning my back to the redhead. “You can go now,” I said, dismissively.For a few seconds, everyone was. Fairy lights lit up his handiwork. Scatter cushions covered the blanket on the floor. Finger snacks and drinks beckoned tantalisingy on a low, lounge table and gentle melodies played in the background."My Lady, thank you for joining me this evening for a night picnic." You are most welcome, my Lord." Please have a seat." He indicated the plump cushions on the floor with his one hand that held a glass of red wine.Her eyes hungrily took in his maleness; the only thing he was wearing this evening. I did not know better and just hugged her gently. Sorry that I could not get anything more out of her as she suddenly turned upset telling me that I did not understand her feelings at all. I begged her to tell me, what I did not understand. I said that I won’t mind, won’t be upset or angry; no matter what it was. “I love you Rebecca”, I told her, “And could not tolerate to see her suffer”. I held her hand to comfort her and repeated for her to tell me what was bothering her.She said, she will. In that case wed better not fuck you. How about if we all take turns eating your pussy. Would that satisfy you, this time? What do you mean this time? Well we all hope that you will be a frequent visitor, and once youre on birth control Brad and I will be happy to fuck your brains out, and Im guessing that David would too. Oh! But I really want to feel a cock pulsing in my cunt. Youve got me all wet talking about it. And risk getting pregnant? I dont care. I want to be fucked. Fred lead her to.