" Hi Mel. You look good. You wear that uniform well son." I get lots of practice father. They don't allow us to ever be out ofuniform at Parkworth.... We even have uniform pajamas and underwear."I hadn't noticed at first but there was a woman at father's side whoseemed to be with him. She was quite tall and dressed in black. Herhair was black, her complexion almost ghostly white and her lips a vividred. She looked to be perhaps ten years younger than father, who was 49."Mel, I want you to. I swayed my ass seductively, knowing all those eyes were on me, watching the cream of my juices glazing my thighs and dripping down my legs.He led me across the floor to a long chaise lounge where Tamara was elegantly sprawled. Her red lips curled up in amusement to see me so at ease with my submissive gait."You're being such a good little slut," she purred. "I could swear this has not been your first time." I've thought of it often," I admitted shyly, feeling myself flush under the confidence. I did love it. This felt incredible. Him using my face like this. Fucking my face. The room filled with the sound of him thrusting into me and my muffled moans of appreciation as he did so. "Fuck I can see the damp patch on the front of your pants," he moaned. I could feel that my cock was oozing in the soft fabric of the joggers I was wearing. He reached forward and pulled the front of my pants down just enough to let my cock spring out. My t-shirt was already pulled up around my chest. As he. ” And with a wave he reversed, made a U-turn and drove off.“Never even asked for your card,” Jos wondered.“Speak with authority and no one questions you. Now, tell me where to turn off.”Jos pointed to the unpaved turning on the right. Patrick drove a bit and parked where it was clear that others had parked. This hills were visible to the east, but there was no trace of the village. Jos led Patrick to the trace of the fire. The stones and ashes were there.“Gone.”“It was, but is no more.”“I did.