Joe announced, lounging back in Hake’s big blue recliner with his hands folded behind his head. “Me, too.” Brent made himself equally at home in her smaller recliner. “Why don’t you scoot on out to the kitchen and rustle us up some grub?” Mandy barely suppressed a snort. That Festus accent had to go. Somehow she’d thought the game would end when the sex did, but the guys didn’t seem to be in any hurry to revert to their kinder, more chivalrous selves. Perched naked on the couch and still dripping with her own juices, she continued to play her part with relish, clasping her hands together in her lap and pleading with her eyes. “Will you please cut him loose?” she asked tremulously, nodding at Hake. “I promise, I’ll do anything you ask. Anything.” “You’ll do that anyway,” Brent murmured. “And he’s fine where he is until our food is ready.” Mandy glared at him. “You could at least take off the gag.” She started when he suddenly flipped down the recliner’s footrest and leaned forward in his seat.
