Just as I'd hoped, her cum ran out around my shaft, ready to feed Trish. On cue, the coach moaned and slurping noises drifted up from below me."Fuck!"...I bit out, feeling my own orgasm simmering beneath the surface of my skin. "It was your last game tonight, Lucy. Do you know what that means?"She continued to shake in my arms, unable to answer."You promised Daddy he could have you in every way after cheer leading was done." I had to grit my teeth to fight off my own release. I wanted to remind. Every time I remember to let that sink in it gives me the most erotic chill.His breathy voice is almost at my ear. He whispers what each one tells him about wanting to fuck me, how hard they would give it to me, how they’d steal me from him with their big cocks or their tongues. He changes the pace of his fucking with each description, slow drilling to hard slamming to deep pressing thrusts that tap the end of my passage.‘I’m having them over for cards tonight, you won’t even know which it was.. "Tell him," she said to Jeremy, who gave the order and the car started immediately.When they arrived at the Palace, a few minutes later, she said to Jeremy, "Bring the driver with us."Followed by Jeremy, the two girls and a very unwilling chauffeur, she swept along the corridor and into the Throne Room where her father, the Emir sat on a small throne on a dais, surrounded by advisors and supplicants.Crossing the room, she gave the least possible hint of a bow and asked, "Father, am I to be. " Does she give in to those demands?" Only very occasionally." How many times in the last three months?" she asked, hoping that she had not gone too far."I don't think I should talk about that," he objected."Look, Honey," she scolded, "I think you've been refusing to talk or think about a huge problem for a lot of years. I think you can remember from when you lived at home that your dad and I had big sex drives." Th ... that was no secret," he admitted."So," she went on, "either you did not.