I was always a slut and these lessons have just brought it out.” She hated that her pussy was so wet as she said these degrading things.Eventually,...the inevitable happened – she had a feminist thought while meeting a client. A large, wealthy heavyset businessman turned up for an appointment, and said, “Nice to meet you, sweetcheeks.” She bristled at the term “sweetcheeks”, and was about to coldly tell him that she was nobody’s “sweetcheeks” – but instead she found herself taking a few sexy. I knew my own father, my own flesh and blood was going to fuck me. I was so excited. I he came over and sat next to me. He stared at my pussy. I pulled my spankie to the side and revealed my wet pussy. "Touch it." I prompted him. He looked at me, a little nervous, but he wanted to, bad. "Go ahead." I tentatively reached out his hand, and touched my clit. I shivered in pleasure, and closed my eyes. "Touch it more." I said. He did. He licked his finger and started rubbing my clit. Ohhh, it felt. In spite of being within the limits of a town the road was far from smooth. All Dorinda’s energies were devoted to keeping her feet. With hands linked at her back it was not easy. The jolting of the truck f***ed upon her a constant change of stance so that the citizenry did indeed have a constantly changing view of their enemy. She thought, fleetingly, of the real saboteur crouched somewhere in a cell awaiting her captor’s pleasure. Assuredly this was not a land in which to espouse the rights. Same slim bodies with unlikely large breasts. Same dark hair tied in a bouncy pony tail. Same pretty faces with full lips and sad expressions. Their blouses are just bibs tied at the neck and midriff. The audience has a clear view of their breasts through the open sides. Around their waists the women wear tiny flippy skirts that are so short that the audience can see their smooth shaven pussies and the bottom curves of their tight ass cheeks.The women file to the pedestal and turn to face the.