Amelia stood up and put her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down.“K, lay down on your back on the sand, hands behind your head,” she said. “No... spread your legs apart. Wider. There, that’s it.”Amelia cupped by sack and rolled my balls around in her hand. Her other hand grabbed the base of the butt plug and rotated it. And at that moment, I realized what was going to happen.“You haven’t removed the cage yet!” I said, alarmed.“Of course not,” Amelia said with a shrug. “Do I look like I have a. “If we’re going to keep doing this, perhaps you should close the door.” He turned her in his arms, holding her and supporting her from behind.She looked over her shoulder; the bedroom door was wide open. The music from the retirement party drifted inside, mingling with the buzz of conversation. She shivered at the thought of someone coming up and catching them. A delicious, wicked thrill of someone witnessing her - Miss Young and New Executive making out with some guy she had hardly met 15. So, do we go full bore and get them for every room and double our sleeping capacity?”“I think so. Margaret, Genevieve and Erin Lynn are already bunk buddies. This will give us space for twenty-four babies as they grow. And then we can look at expanding the house.”“I don’t want to build onto the house. When the kids are grown, how are we going to sell the place?”I thought Lynn had asked a perfectly logical question, very logical.“Sell the Savannah?” Erin said looking like someone had stabbed her. . personal.The reason the tank was empty was her post-Christmas sales. She’d done them all, particularly treasuring those leather boots she nervously said were a bargain. Yeah, I knew what we saved, not the cost. She owed me big time.Fifty would fill the car, twenty, a necessary top up. I lifted the fat purse from the bag, possibly full of clod I could use for car-parking meters. What do girls keep in purses, anyway?I was on virgin territory here.Yup, change aplenty, plus a key ring with two.