I slipped the black velvet drawstring bag that served as a hood over her head and wondered if she could smell the stale perfume and make up from the o...hers that had been in her position; the thought making my cock lurch that extra notch to it’s hardest. What had the last one been called? Teresa. That was it. She was tall, slim and athletic, her struggles and my retribution now a sweet memory. Pulling the duvet around her I slammed the boot shut before opening the two driver’s side doors.. “Sounds like he found a way to beat your game,” Belita said.The realization had Will stopping in his tracks for a moment. He cursed and shook his head, then kept walking, catching up in a few steps. “That son of a goat is using our bet to pad the bill.”The Kestrel’s crew laughed. Belita looked over her shoulder with an amused expression on her face. “Guess we know why ye’re a cartographer and not a merchant.”Will sighed and nodded, “I’ve been told I’m way too trusting.” He tugged Belita’s arm. We were taking my truck, which was normal for us. She knew about my anxiety about car accidents and she was perfectly comfortable with the truck. Since I bought the truck after the accident, I’d gotten it with entry assist steps on both sides, so I wasn’t as concerned about her modesty in a dress as I might have been otherwise.I was instructed to go get into my suit for the evening and she took over the guestroom to get ready, apply makeup and start on her hair. I was dressed in about fifteen. Jeff took a little more initiative by moving his hands lower to her silkysmooth thighs, his hands reveled at the feel of their creaminess. Heallowed his hands to pleasure themselves before they went up under herskirt to cup both of her plump butt cheeks. He squeezed them feeling thesatiny panties rubbing along the skin of her ass, he was glad she wasn'tinto wearing thongs. If he could see her panties he would see they wherewhite satiny bikini style. Cindy referred to them as her virgin.