I grabbed the remaining shot and downed it quickly, poured another, and downed that one also. I filled the three glasses again, replaced the cork, an... turned my attention back to my friends. Jen was massaging Ted's crotch through his jeans. They were both looking at me as if they were awaiting orders. I gently patted my hand on the bar surface as if to suggest that Jen perch herself up there between Ted and I. She did. She was sitting facing her husband but her head was turned back. As Claire pulled the bedspread down, revealing pastel blue satin sheets, Mike arranged some of the pillows so that he could prop himself up against the headboard while laying on his back, and told me to lay on him, on my back. Then he did two things: he grasped my breasts with his strong hands, and he forced his legs inside mine, spreading them so that my cunt was wide open.And then Claire was at my crotch, kissing my lips, running her long tongue on each side of my cleft, teasing my clit out. But one set of eyes watched them intently from an upstairs bedroom.Charley enjoyed feeling her large firm breast and expertly pulled one side of her top beneath it so it lay bare in his hand. Clair thrilled as she felt him pinch and pull on her swollen nipple. She loved what he was doing and the thought passed through her head - serves Tony right if I enjoy this.Charley was gently dry fucking her as they moved slowly to the music. Clair was returning it by the gentle rocking of her hips.. It was still a good twenty klicks away, they estimated, and traveling no more than 30 kilometres an hour."A surveyor's rover?" Rada suggested. "I thought they'd all left after the fight?" I told them the truth," George replied, without looking up. "That was not an honourable victory for the Black Guard. We don't nobble our opponents in a sporting contest." Sporting contest?" Rada snapped. "That was no sporting contest, it was going to be a ritualised execution." Whatever," George sighed..