Was it his dark, chocolate eyes? Or was it his adorable dimpled cheeks? But I only knew one thing for sure. That now I had JB tickets, in the front ro... and mosh pit!!!So this was the day. Finally. I absolutely HAD to look perfect. I wore a cute top, just low enough to show enough cleavage, but not too showy. Everyone knows I have big boobs. I mean, whenever I go jogging, the teenage boys can't stop looking. Sometimes it is annoying but I love the spolight to be on me. Anyways,the skirt was. She had caught me doing it already. And that event, as shocking as it was for both of us, had brought intense arousal for me, every time I recalled it. Perhaps there was a subconscious desire for her to walk in when she did. Whatever the reason, there wasn't a doubt in my mind about reciprocating the private act of self-pleasure, on-camera... for my own teenage daughter.When I got home, I made myself a drink and headed immediately to Heather's bedroom. I didn't want to get undressed until I was. My wife knows what that meant. She knew for the next 24-hours these guys would fuck her nonstop. She would be forced to take cocks in all her holes and have those holes filled with their cum. She had fantasized about something like this for a long time but it was really going to happen now. This was against club rules it was supposed to be one man fucking the slave for 24-hours not 9. She resigned herself that this was happening and she would have to do her best to please these men just to get. ”“Why are parents SO stupid?” I asked.“Mom and Dad did the same thing!”“Oh, I know. But at least I could reason with them, and they loosened the reins over time to the point where you’re basically free again. Sasha still isn’t, and Tasha is only free because it would be tough for Deacon Vasily to defend his position to the bishop if he forbade her from seeing me.”“If Mindy can talk to her, is there anything you want to say?”“Tell her I’m concerned, obviously, and that I’ll do anything I can..