demure clothing than she normally wore. But now, as they relaxed in the back of the cab taking them to their hotel, she thought Raika looked deliciously respectable in a black skirt that swirled elegantly around her legs just above the knee and a blac k, grey and white printed tailored shirt that fitted her precisely and accentuated the jut of her breasts, the eye was also drawn to the seductive shadow of the cleavage between them by the plunging line of the unbuttoned neck of the shirt. Her face was alight as she looked out at the city, her lips glossed and shining darkly, her eyes wide and her ear rings flashing gold against the pitch black of her hair. Martha knew quite well that knickers had played no part in the wardrobe acquisition process and she fully intended to get her hand under that skirt the moment their hotel room door closed.
At the thought she squirmed in her seat and pressed her thighs together. Brian looked across and grinned, well aware of where her thoughts had been. They had booked into a suite of rooms at a hotel where the guests were sufficiently rich that a threesome caused no raised eyebrows. Raika, whose quarters at the CSL stable were functional and comfortable but not luxurious was in a trance when she saw the ornate luxury of the suite. To Martha’s eye it was a little overdone, but certainly comfortable. Raika was so happy as she flitted about unpacking her own things and then Brian’s and hers that Martha waited until she had finished before ordering her to stand beside her and lift her skirt. As she swirled the ice in her drink, she was also able to swirl her fingers in the warm depths of Raika’s ever-obliging cunt.
“Next move is to meet this P . I . , right?” she asked Brian.
An internet search had revealed no company that looked as though it might have been Sophie’s parents’. The only good news had been that Martha had suddenly remembered Sophie telling her that she could travel as Angela Stafford if necessary. All Brian could think of was staking out the commercial quarter of the city and hiring an investigator to dig deeper.
“He’s due downstairs in an hour,” Brian said, clicking his fingers at Raika as Martha disengaged her hand. Flicking her hair back to one side, Raika went to him and knelt between his spread thighs, her fingers immediately busy at his flies.
Martha smiled. “Relax after the flight, why don’t you?”
“I will,” he said, settling back as Raika’s soft mouth opened wide to enable her to take in the thick shaft of his cock and allow the bulbous helm that dwarfed her face to lodge at her throat. She managed a muffled sigh of pleasure as she felt Martha’s hand st r oke her breast. Martha finished her drink and lifted herself off the sofa long enough to hoist her skirt up and twitch aside her knickers, then she guided Raika’s hand up to her cunt and settled down beside Brian.
The P . I . conformed eerily to stereotype, Martha thought. He didn’t look as if he was ever entirely clean-shaven and even his suit had a sort of ground-in shabbiness to it. But Peter Lang at The Lodge had assured Brian that he asked only the questions you wanted him to ask and suffered complete amnesia when he was paid. He had a good reputation among the upper strata of Texas society.
They briefed him thoroughly, he took notes and then left, promising a progress report in a week.
During the next seven days, Brian and Martha set out early and breakfasted at cafes where they could see people arriving for work at the more prestigious buildings in town. They lunched in the most patronised restaurants, where Martha insisted that Sophie would probably be taken by men hopeful of getting into her knickers. They sat outside café’s in the evenings and went to theatres and cinemas by night. The only variation from the pattern was a quick visit to a very upmarket fetish shop where t hey bought a couple of whips to keep Raika happy as they hadn’t wanted to risk bringing
At the thought she squirmed in her seat and pressed her thighs together. Brian looked across and grinned, well aware of where her thoughts had been. They had booked into a suite of rooms at a hotel where the guests were sufficiently rich that a threesome caused no raised eyebrows. Raika, whose quarters at the CSL stable were functional and comfortable but not luxurious was in a trance when she saw the ornate luxury of the suite. To Martha’s eye it was a little overdone, but certainly comfortable. Raika was so happy as she flitted about unpacking her own things and then Brian’s and hers that Martha waited until she had finished before ordering her to stand beside her and lift her skirt. As she swirled the ice in her drink, she was also able to swirl her fingers in the warm depths of Raika’s ever-obliging cunt.
“Next move is to meet this P . I . , right?” she asked Brian.
An internet search had revealed no company that looked as though it might have been Sophie’s parents’. The only good news had been that Martha had suddenly remembered Sophie telling her that she could travel as Angela Stafford if necessary. All Brian could think of was staking out the commercial quarter of the city and hiring an investigator to dig deeper.
“He’s due downstairs in an hour,” Brian said, clicking his fingers at Raika as Martha disengaged her hand. Flicking her hair back to one side, Raika went to him and knelt between his spread thighs, her fingers immediately busy at his flies.
Martha smiled. “Relax after the flight, why don’t you?”
“I will,” he said, settling back as Raika’s soft mouth opened wide to enable her to take in the thick shaft of his cock and allow the bulbous helm that dwarfed her face to lodge at her throat. She managed a muffled sigh of pleasure as she felt Martha’s hand st r oke her breast. Martha finished her drink and lifted herself off the sofa long enough to hoist her skirt up and twitch aside her knickers, then she guided Raika’s hand up to her cunt and settled down beside Brian.
The P . I . conformed eerily to stereotype, Martha thought. He didn’t look as if he was ever entirely clean-shaven and even his suit had a sort of ground-in shabbiness to it. But Peter Lang at The Lodge had assured Brian that he asked only the questions you wanted him to ask and suffered complete amnesia when he was paid. He had a good reputation among the upper strata of Texas society.
They briefed him thoroughly, he took notes and then left, promising a progress report in a week.
During the next seven days, Brian and Martha set out early and breakfasted at cafes where they could see people arriving for work at the more prestigious buildings in town. They lunched in the most patronised restaurants, where Martha insisted that Sophie would probably be taken by men hopeful of getting into her knickers. They sat outside café’s in the evenings and went to theatres and cinemas by night. The only variation from the pattern was a quick visit to a very upmarket fetish shop where t hey bought a couple of whips to keep Raika happy as they hadn’t wanted to risk bringing
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