Thank god for wonder bra and extra padding, she thought. Coupled with a sweater with the deepest cleavage Stella could provide, she was practically ba...ed all the way to her navel – and freezing already. Damn Warren and Stella for coming up with this cover. She would surely remember to thank them both when she came down with lung fever or worse, and she would happily share the disease with both of them. That would hopefully teach them to come up with a better plan the next time. Still, her cup. ‘I need ye tae sail wi’ me tae Tioram and let the MacDonald’s know what’s happening. We’ll leave in the morning and be there by mid day. Do ye know the MacDonald’s?’ ‘No, I’ve ne’er been on the other side of Linnhe.’ ‘Lady Arabella MacDonald, is Chieftess at Tioram. Her brother, Grayson, rules at Camus and Duntulm.’ ‘I’ve heard their names mentioned before, by the others when they talked.’ Sloan told him, relaying anything he knew. ‘What do ye know of them, Sloan?’ Braedon asked, in hopes. Her eyes popped open, going wide, and her back arched so far back that the office chair leaned almost all the way down. It gave Alan’s phone a perfect angle of her hand frozen at the exploding point. She bucked for a few seconds, face going dark red from holding it all in. And then in a rush, she flung herself back forward, leaning over her desk. Sweat dripped off the tip of her nose onto her keyboard, and she had to support herself with one elbow. The other hand was still in her skirt. After a. After a couple of glasses of wine I left and agreed to meet the women later for dinner, that evening we met,had dinner and more drink, both Anne and Yvonne being pissed both complained that there husbands were not giving them enough cock and they had come on holiday to be fucked. later that evening I walked them to there room where I left them to sleep off the alcohol. The next afternoon I went to see them and having recovered from hang-overs they were sitting topless chatting away, Yvonne.