"Look at that fine ass," he thought aloud, and as he approached her he placed his hand firmly on that nice round ass of hers. He began to caress it sl...wly but firmly, feeling her panties underneath the thin material of her summer dress. He gave her right cheek a good whack and she yelped through the ball gag...both sounds were music to his ears. "You're going to be my whore tonight," he told her as a couple more tears appeared on her flushing cheeks. Saliva began to escape her trembling lips. The theme was "Midsummer's Evening Renaissance" with the setting in the city park. Local restaurant and tavern owners had set up various booths for the patrons to sample their fare. Entertainment had been booked including strolling musicians, jugglers, and mimes. One special entertainer featured a court jester and his trained mule. Dress was to be semi formal and anyone who was anyone in the community was in attendance.Barbara and her husband Mark arrived at the park around dusk. Barbara was. His hands slid lower, onto her firm teen bottom."I know Mr. C" she snuggled against him. "But it feels so nice and I know I can trust you."Bob rubbed her butt and then pushed her away too. He was getting too excited.But all the other girls wanted hugs too, and each one told him how nice it felt to be held tight by a real man. When Amanda and Valerie pushed their naked titties up against his shirt he thought they'd burn holes in it. Last was Misty, his own daughter. Her hands slipped onto his. ”Cathy had moved further up on the bed, her titties had lolled around—to wit I had uttered a feral, “Oh fuck, look at those fucking titties.” She had spread her legs for me and I maneuvered between them, stood up on my knees and leered at the sight. Cathy had stared through hooded eyes at me jacking on my dick.I had looked over to Marsha, jacked to her as well. I had reached for her, pulling her to me. I had kissed Marsha while grabbing and smacking her ass. “Look at you two big boobed.