The blonde was blubbering now, mascara starting to trickle. “Oh God,” she was mumbling to herself, “my parents will never speak to me again. Wha...’ll my boyfriend say? This can’t be happening…”“Imogen, shut up,” her friend spat. “Look, please,” she appealed to him again, hands gripping the duvet. “We’re begging you, you don’t have to do this. We’re pleading with you here.” Beside her Imogen nodded vigorously, murky tear-trails all down her cheeks.“Pleading are you?” They nodded in agreement. Mac. As he pushes me forward on this "swing" (for lack of a better word) he starts to laugh heartily as he begins to vigorously stroke himself. He knows that drives me wild, he knows it well. I'm grunting and heaving behind the gag, making small sequestered throaty sounds as he paces around me in a circle, stopping once to let me watch him masturbate. I've no doubt by now that my cunt is actually dripping its sweet slick honey onto the mat below, and I don't care, I just want it. Him, a thousand of. They were all silent in the Circle, deep in their respective thoughts. Perhaps not coincidentally, each of the other girls was trying to find a way to induce the same behavior in their respective dads. They longed to see their men be as brazen; so horny and so caught up in the love affair with their daughters that they would risk anything to get their dicks inside them anywhere they could.Becky mistook the silence for some kind of judgment, instead, and was worried she had crossed a line. ”In the viewscreens in front of the three men we could see the projectile vanish as it shot to the right at incredible speed. “Shot away,” Robert said. “Get the next round loaded.”“Loading,” Isaac said as his hands began to dance on the lit panels in front of him.“We had an overload in a tertiary coil in the thirteenth loop,” Leonard said. “It should have no effect on efficiency.”“Loading complete, but the projectile is off center by forty millimeters. Shall I reload?” Isaac said.“It’s within.