A whirlwind of emotions surged through me as I started weeping like a baby. I was sobbing on Ben’s chest uncontrollably with his half erect penis st...ll deep within me. ‘Sam . . . Samantha . . . What’s wrong?’ asked Ben. ‘I’m sorry . . .’ I sobbed concealing my face in his muscular pectorals. ‘Sorry?’ He blurted. ‘Yes, let me finish . . . please . . . hear me out because my brain is spinning I’m so confused I, I put us in danger last night . . . then this happened! What if it doesn’t work out. She thanked me. She agreed that she'd been seen to. She told me that her father would be away until the evening, and she asked me if I could meet her at the river in the afternoon. I found myself still unable to speak, and merely nodded.She smiled, kissed me quickly, and then lifted herself from my body and stood. She turned, wiggled her ass, and ran back towards the house. By the time I figured out that she'd gone, scrambled to my feet, and run to the edge of the field, she'd picked up her. We lifted a glass and cheered and this time Vinod’s hand went straightway under skirt on inner thighs.Exactly at that moment I felt one foot caressing my inner thighs. Rajiv was seated diagonally to me so this foot must be of Sunil. Once again I pushed Vinod’s hand away and pushed my right hand under the table. I pushed feet away.I took the first sip of whiskey in the mouth and I coughed.“ my God, it is bitter and stinks badly. “I said and again Vinod’s hand squeezed inner thighs. I looked at. There was nothing to protest anyway. Her publicist had found a historic preservation society that wanted to restore a few old landmarks; birthplace of a poet, some other stuff. Nothing controversial: a novelty giant check and a couple of handshake photos and they could get on with the party. At least it wasn’t one of those charities that insisted on bringing depressing slideshows.Helena looked over everything she had learned and realized it was still nothing. She now knew part of HOW they were.