Feelingmy legs starting to get tired I stood up and sat inthe chair. The guy in the next booth whispered throughthe hole that he wanted to join us. ...fter asking me ifit would be O.K. my date whispered back that it wouldbe O.K. Hearing him unlock our door my heart started tobeat madly, but I anxiously awaited.When this guy entered the room, he did not say a wordbut quickly knelt before me and slowly lifted my dressand started to suck on my pussy. Seeing another man onmy pussy, my guy pulled. “Harder!” I shouted. I really wanted to come harder, but I needed something. I needed his touch. I needed to feel him rubbing my clit. I needed to feel … “What if I told you that you were being watched by others?” he asked. “Oh, my god no!” I shouted. “Only for you! Only …” I couldn’t finish my thoughts. I didn’t know how to. Was someone other than him watching me? I was scared and embarrassed, but at the same time, the pulses he was imposing on me by yanking on that rope became much more. Itwas going to happen again. She had no choice in the matter:just like on the swing, there was nothing she could do toprotect her modesty. Her pretty white panties were going onview once more: in a matter of moments, she would have todrop between the bars, dangling by her knees six feet abovethe grass. Her dress would turn inside out, drooping slowlyover her head. Jessica's pulse accelerated, a wave ofsultry heat swept through her tummy.Meantime, the Bobby Hilliard controversy raged on.. In normal times, the use of such an instrument would be foreign to an alumni of Miss Thompson's School for Young Ladies. That these were not normal times would be overstating the obvious. Ever a practical man, especially when it came to his only daughter, Timothy Flynn had made sure that she knew how to use the weapon, and use it well.With that weapon primed and in hand, Ashley stood on the porch, waiting for the three men to come within earshot. As they had grew closer, she was able to see.