.." I cut her off mid-sentence."Ssssh Fiona," I said hooking my fingers under the bottom of her skirt and eventually raising it up her thighs until it...was in a bunched heap around her waist. My hands were now rubbing over her knickers and buttocks and down the outside of her stocking covered legs."Stop this can't happen again," she again whispered but with very little conviction in her voice.I continued caressing Fiona but was now reaching round her ample chest to unbutton her blouse. Once this. He knew vaguely what Siofra talked about, but did not let it show. ‘Don’t pretend you don’t know. You never could keep your dick in your pants. You think to unseat me with your bastard? Well it will not work. You will never escape that prison, Oberon. You will rot in there, never feeling the warmth of sunlight again.’ With a smile, Oberon answered. ‘Well, apparently we will have to see about that. As for a child, I have no knowledge of one, but thank you for telling me about her. In fact,. My husband was now passed out from all the beer and pot and just laid in this large leather chair.After the other players played there rounds it was again my turn. As I got ready to take my shot a pair of hands grabbed my hips from behind, I did not think anything of it, as the guys, where touching me all night. But this time it was not the end of the cue stick rubbing my clit and ass crack through my panties. It was a very thick warm cock. I tried to pull away but I was up against the edge of. .." he stammered."Oh, and I see that your friends have arrived." She added conversationally looking over his left shoulder. "Let me go ahead and stamp your hand so you can enjoy your complimentary ride."Without notice, the biggest hairiest hand Anthony had ever seen reached out and firmly grasped his wrist. The woman proceeded to stamp the back of his hand with a "VIP" logo surrounded by a large circle.Turning around to see his friends, he saw Matt and Kristina rapidly approaching talking.