“The property you have near Polokwane - what are you going to do with it?” I asked.“Nothing. It is worthless for our mining business; every squa...e mile had been tested for minerals and any deposits that would make us money. There is nothing there but rock and dirt,” he replied.“Not even rare earth minerals? I thought Africa was the hot spot for them,” I said.“Other parts of Africa - but nothing in that part,” he said.“It has been on the market several times in the last twenty years, the cattle. Hoping to escape as quickly as possible, I set to work on my cake, trying my damn best not think of Damien next to me. He looked so calm, betraying nothing of our previous conversation.About halfway through dessert, I felt Damien’s hand on my thigh again. I lowered my eyes and saw his fingers trailing up my skin towards my panties. My back stiffened and I forced myself to breath slowly and inconspicuously. As I raised a forkful of cheesecake to my lips, his fingers began massaging my pussy. Small shopping bag in hand, I ascend the steps and ring the doorbell.After a few seconds, you open the door. You smile and step back to let me in. I step inside and close and lock the door behind me.Setting the bag down, I reach for you and take you in my arms. " Are you ready for me to pay my bet, darling", I ask."Of course I am", you say, smiling.I lean over slightly and kiss you, our lips brushing first lightly, then more firmly, our tongues dueling urgently.You snuggle into my embrace, as I. ”“Yes,” Tabitha grinned and then we kissed again, writhing, her narrow bed creaking.My fingers dug into her arms. I moaned into the kiss. I savored the taste of her lips. I groaned into the kiss. My tentacles pumped so hard. The friction so intense. My eyes rolled back into my head, my orgasm on the verge of—The door banged open.Tabitha and I gave a squeak of fear as Prefect Geneva strode in wearing the same nightgown as last night, the neckline tight about her throat, her large breasts heaving.