Her now freed hand brushed over Paris' leg and curled under her uniform skirt."Rory!" Came a strangled whisper."No one's watching. Well, they aren't a... long as you don't give out a shriek or something." Fingertips danced up smooth skin, the nails dragging slightly, making Paris shiver even more and nearly involuntarily part her legs. The plaid skirt was roomy enough that it slid up without Paris having to move any more than the squirming she was already doing and allow Rory's fingers to press. It felt so good inside my daughter's cunt, I couldn't blame Tom for wanting it anymore. I slowly pulled out, before sliding home again. My daughter began to grunt softly as I slowly slid my dick in and out of her. I reached between us and grazed her clit with my fingers again and saw her mouth contort into the same silent scream I saw her grant Tom. I continued to slowly and carefully fuck my daughter for several minutes. Every few minutes I would stop with my cock completely filling her and. Ahead on the side of the road, even from this distance, Tommy could see a car pulled over with its blinkers on. Tommy snapped out of his day dreaming, tossed his cigarette butt out the window, and slightly pressed the brakes to disengage the cruise control. At first, Tommy thought it was probably abandoned, but as he got closer he realized there was someone in the driver’s seat. He slowed down a little bit, and he thought momentarily of pulling over and offering some assistance, but quickly. “Ask any of your men who hunt if they are as sure as you that my wolves aren’t close,” I taunted.“If they were nearby, the horses would know it,” he replied smugly.“Your horses have smelled my wolves since you left town, so they aren’t as wary of their scent,” I reminded him. I didn’t tell him that the wind was blowing towards the wolves so the horses couldn’t smell them anyway.“You will return the slaves that you have with you and we will return them to Port Zamfara so the Baron can make sure.