”He then placed his gloved hand inside his pocket and carefully pulled out the still soaking-wet panties naughty, little Jilnar discarded.“Behold,...my Queen,” he said proudly, while holding them aloft, “The panties of the Whore of Lebanon!”Everyone in the Throne Room gasped and took a step closer to see this great and rare treasure, as did the Queen, who was unable to contain her patience or her desire a moment longer.“Give them to me! Give them to me at once!” she yelled.The Knave placed them. And suddenly, she let out a cry as they were rudely ripped out of her ears. There was a hand on her shoulder, and Emily nearly fell to the ground as the hand shoved her hard.“Nice headphones, bitch,” Charlotte said with a saucy grin. The raven-haired girl was a year older than Emily, and was the girl most boys in school drooled over. She liked to dress provocatively, and today was no different. She wore cutoff denim shorts than were barely more than thong panties and a torn T-shirt that showed. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin, and I felt my womanhood quiver in anticipation.I felt his hands move down my back, and in response I reached down into his pants and took his cock into my hand. It wasn't stiff yet, but I knew that a few good tugs would get it there in no time. Our tongues were now snaking around each other. I started to stroke him, and he went rock hard in my hand. His hands found the bottom of my shirt and made their way underneath it, crawling up my back. I was short on. She can hear their moans of pleasure. I think she was going through all the cocks to determine which ones she would like to play with later. She reached over and fondled an older guy in the next seat. Soon, I could see by the speed of her strokes that she was getting him close. She still wasn’t watching the perverts but was watching the screen and kissing me. I noticed a young white guy with a big cock was standing right in front of her. I told her to look straight ahead. As she did.