My fingers reached for her thigh, gently caressing their way to her pubic mound. My other hand was flicking over my own clitoris. I could feel my fing...r touching Katie’s folds of skin as it found her hard nub that was her clitoris. As my finger gently touched her erect womanhood, her legs clamped tight together, trapping my hand between her young muscular legs. Her body writhed around the bed, her head thrashing on the pillow, my finger trapped on the tip of her clitoris as she orgasmed. The. She squirmed in her chair, her short, black hair swirling about her round face as she masturbated.The other employees moaned, their bodies moving again, getting into the motivating spirit of the meeting. I stared back down at my daughter, my hands smoothing her silky, black hair as she worked her mouth up and down my cock.She was so skilled at sucking cock. “Oh, did Ms. Marcie teach you how to blow a futa? Huh, did she turn you and your classmates into little sluts for her futa-cock?”Yunjin. “You know, I can see you looking at me, dude.”Fuck. She was talking to him. He cursed under his breath. Of course she could see out the corner of her eyes, despite the huge sunglasses.“Hey, I’m talking to you.” She turned to face him.Ben turned slowly in her direction. The other girls were also watching him. Although he couldn’t read the looks on their faces, he was pretty confident they were also freaked out by him. He saw that the pretty blond girl form the mall had noticed the situation as. “I am. Let’s go to the ‘Indian’ room and talk with Kara and then we can have lunch.”“‘Indian’ room?”“Named for the decor,” I replied. “A friend of mine from India helped me pick out the furnishings about seventeen years ago.”We left my study and went to the ‘Indian’ room. I shut the door and we sat down on floor cushions.“Suzanne is going to stay for dinner,” I said. “And once she moves to Chicago, she’s going to begin attending the Rap Sessions.”“What do you plan to study?” Kara asked.“I’m.