Lottë tried to steer things to less contentious topics. "When are you both off to Portugal?" she asked Matty."Twenty-third for a fortnight." Good for...you." Whereabouts?" asked Terry."In the Algarve, up in the hills behind Silves," replied Matty."Ah, away from the crowds. I found the Duoro valley more to my liking. That's quieter too. Then of course there are all the vineyards and one can get to the Lines of Torres Vedras quite quickly. Fascinating the Napoleonic Wars."He was off again. Henry. " "What? What are you doing?" Ryan tried to get her arm back but Lara wouldn't let go. "We're going to find a place to sit and talk." "Why?" Ryan almost had to run to keep up with her friend. "What's got you so pissed off?" Lara all but dragged her into a restaurant. They found a booth in the back and were quiet while waiting for a server. Lara ordered iced teas and sandwiches for them. Ryan, not sure how to read her friend's mood, said nothing. "Okay, talk to me. What's going on?" Lara looked. "Please fuck my sexy wife. Please fuck my sexy wife."There was a loud smack as Emmett slapped Noah. Not enough to really hurt, just to startle him. "Say it with FEELING, white boy. Or I'll smack you harder next time."Mia whimpered as her husband resumed, saying the words with conviction now. Deon's huge testicles swayed as he nudged the tip of his cock at Mia's cunt lips…not quite invading her intimate slit. Not yet. "Please fuck my sexy wife," Noah groaned. "Please fuck my sexy wife." Don't. Standing up, she shakily picked up and put on the first garment, a black bikini bottom which was a snug fit. Next was a black bikini bra, which, like the bottom, was designed to be able to be removed if her legs and arms were bound. Covering her body was a small plain grey dress. It was sleeveless, was cut into a deep V so that her top was visible, and was cut high so that most of thighs were still visible. ?Take her to her cell,? Baxter ordered.Tabitha was escorted down to the cell.