He spun his head round to see Brian fucking her roughly. She was obviously in some pain as he pulled her hair harshly and Peter shouted “Hey! I said...no fucking violence!” Brian turned and responded with “Do you want that order or what? This fucking slag needs a good shagging anyway to let her know who is boss around here and if I don’t hurt her she might think I am doing it for her pleasure or something.”Peter sighed and gave up trying to defend Ann and returned to his seat resigning himself to. ."Esme just stared at her feet.He looked down at her feet. "I guess they are kind of interesting," hesaid. She laughed, but didn't lift her eyes. "If you're happy, I'mhappy for you. You deserve happiness. You deserve someone who treats youbetter than I did."Words wouldn't form in her mouth, her throat went dry. "Thanks," shesaid quietly. "I better get going. The wine." She pointed dumbly at theshelf. "Freya and Jason are expecting me." She grabbed two bottles ofthe Malbec, hoping in some. ’ I hoped she would fall for the lie. It seemed innocent enough. ‘Fantastic! I can’t wait to tell everybody. My little girl is meeting with gallery owners! I’m so proud of you honey. Maybe you’ll meet some single men at one of those openings or whatever they call them. I hear that it’s a hot spot for wealthy art connoisseurs! Just the guy for you. Someone who can take care of you, so you can work on your hobby.’ I start to say, ‘Mom! It’s not a hobby! How many times do I have to tell you this?’. It's not like you're going to wear it out." He grinned. "You can go right ahead and continue with whatever arrangements you have with her. Have fun, hell, I won't even insist on being there to watch or join in!" He grinned at me. "Unless you think it might be more fun if both of us were fucking her."I agreed. "Both ways sound fine to me. You don't mind fucking her at the same time I am?"Allan grinned, "Hell no! Cunt or ass, she feels just fine either way! Although, to be perfectly.