So we're out strolling amongst families and kids at the last night of the state fair. The leaves are just beginning to change, pops of color catching ...he last rays of the sun as it sets behind picturesque blue, smoky mountains. A tingle of electric energy shocks through my system, as if the sun is sending me a zap of solar power before it leaves for the day. Except that almost electric shock isn't organic; it’s from the bullet vibe nestled between my already soaked nether lips. I glance back at. So naturally we all started calling Mr. Carter "John Carter of Mars" or "the Warlord." Now the John Carter in the movie is athletic, handsome, romantic and oh so very noble (most of the girls at O'Neill had a crush on the actor, or the character, or both). Our John Carter is none of that. This of course only made it all the funnier to call him the Warlord.The reason the Warlord scared me was that he seemed to delight in making use of Program kids. We'd had two so far this year. In the first. I was the same look I give all my conquests right before I claim my prize-hunger.Soon I found myself being led to a private corner of the club and Mia proceed to grind on me like a hydraulic press. I had more ass in my lap than I had in months. Mia had me pent up against the wall and was grinding me so hard that between the wall itself and her I would be reduced to dust. T the whole while was sitting prim and proper in her chair just watching. Mia grabs the back of my neck and pulls me into. Dad slammed his throbbing cock balls deep into my tight married cunt as I threw my head back screaming in pleasure. He started piledriving my gushing pussy for 10 minutes straight making me have multiple orgasm's that lasted almost 80% of that time. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I became just another cheap bimbo cock sponge for my husbands perverted father“Like this you nasty German slut?!” Dad grunted at me as he made me cum over and over ramming my fertile wet cunt harder and.