"I guess I don't remember."Connor, Dante? You flew into Kent on Connor's ultralight. Do you remember who told you to meet me there?" You did," Connor ...answered. Dante looked less certain. "I remember knowing you wanted me to meet you there. I don't remember how I know that." Taegan, Pip? How about you two? You're direct blood relations. Did I send some secret family message?" No dad," Pip said."No sir," Taegan added."You knew because I did tell you. All of you," Sam said, looking at those called. There was no question in my mind of my plans for the day. It was Sunday. I was going to St. Andrew’s and I didn’t care what happened once I got there. I had no doubt the Macintyres had spent the night doing their best to spread whatever rumours they could. There was no way I’d leave Nate to face the whispers and innuendo without me. I chose one of my court suits to wear—a tasteful, tailored number that I’d paid way too much for at Rhiannon’s shop. My blouse was modest, my skirt was a. “No, I need more. Don’t hold back.” Without hesitation, you removed your hand, only to slap it back hard. My moaning became a continuous groan, louder and deeper as the flogger started to dance across my skin with renewed ferocity. I had no realization of time anymore, it simply consisted of the leather against my skin, the burning feeling that heated everything I was, my groaning and your panting. I was in a place where nothing else mattered, as long as my body was able to feel the pain it. Summer let out a ruff sound as Autumn’s walls clenched down on her fingers. “There you go.” “Mmm hmm,” Lisa moaned around the clit locked tight between her lips. Autumn bumped and bucked through her orgasm, still holding on to Roger’s cock – probably a little too tight to be comfortable for him. She settled to the mattress with a final shudder and a long, contented moan when she drifted back to earth from the heights of pleasure. “Oh my god,” Summer said, and then groaned. “I know we said.