I'm not a slut, she wanted to say, except she couldn't make herself actually say the words. She knew they weren't true ... not at all. If Bobby hadn't...caught her with Duke the other day, she knew she'd be letting the giant Labrador retriever fuck her again. Having that massive doggie prick hammering away at her pussy had been utterly amazing ... and part of her really wanted to fuck the big dog again.And again.And to her shame, she hadn't exactly minded having Bobby's dick in her mouth,. Once in the den, Paul brought in a chilled bottle of wine for after dinner drinks for himself and Darla, and he brought me a tall highball of Jack Daniels and branch water. Darla and I sat next to one another on the couch and Paul sat across the room in a recliner where he had a good view of us as Darla fondled my cock playfully while I massaged her clit. Darla said, “Paul, would you call Heather and ask her to join us? She’s told me that she enjoys masturbating with Dirk and she’s hinted that. “A destination,” her mum clarified. “She means ‘where are we escaping to?’ Who are these people anyway?”“We think they’re the CIA,” Grace told her, “or a faction, kind of thing, but I suppose we don’t really know, exactly. I don’t know where we’re going; Claude and the others will’ve found somewhere, hopefully.”“They tracked us down in Luxembourg ... they were very professional, they obviously have connections to the electronic snooping section of the CIA, to have tracked Cyan’s emails.”“Yes,. " Have you anything planned for tomorrow?" Fish pie and peas." Ready meal?" Yup!" Right! Wednesday and Thursday I'm cooking and I'll buy the ingredients." Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."Lottë grinned."Pub supper on Friday and pub lunch on Sunday." On condition that Sunday's my treat."She held up her hand as Robin started to protest. "I'm not paying you any rent so hush up, Uncle Robin." Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."She blew him a raspberry."Any luck on the flat front?"She crossed her fingers..