“So, are we still good? I mean…………no regrets?” I asked quietly. I know I shouldn’t keep asking and pushing my luck but it all seemed too...god to be true and truthfully, the last thing I wanted was to hurt her or our relationship.“Dad, stop worrying, please! Last night was wonderful! I have no regrets at all! In fact, I cannot wait to see what comes next! I do have a question though……..Am I you’re girlfriend now or just your fuck buddy?” she said with a giggle.I smiled up at her knowing she was. Jillian beat her fist against his chest and face, but he didn't seem to notice. He smirked at the crew chasing the fleeing guests. Before she could stop it, he had pitched her over his shoulder to carry her up the stairs after his crew.From her inverted view, she saw the bloody result of the crew's passing. Men dressed in costumes lay moaning on the ground clutching their wounds. One crewman was holding down a screaming woman on the staircase, her dress pushed up around her hips as he thrust. At this you begin moaning loudly and start grinding harder and harder and gaze into my eyes with a look of begging…begging to let you cum, begging to let you spread your juices all over my cock, begging for that orgasm you have been needing, craving, starving for…and I nod. And as you let go and let out that long muffled scream, you eventually relax and almost collapse in my arms…but we’re not done. I spin your left leg around and throw you onto your arms and knees, pull your ass up so it is. My member was swelling, I must apologise, I said as we started to dance. I rather take it as a compliment, she laughed as we whirled around the dance floor. It was a magical moment, nothing else mattered but Serena as I held her, guided her, swept her around the floor. I barely noticed when Lady Melchett fell over Lord Melchetts feet and they subsided gracefully into a heap, and I easily avoided Buntys several clumsy attempts to punch me as we danced the night away. It was only later I found.