I'd seen her before she left the house earlier, but that had been an hour or so ago and with my daughter anything could happen.She got to her locker, ...t was positioned right outside my classroom door by some cruel joke of fate. The students in the hall watched her walk. It was morning routine that no one in the school bothered to stop. Particularly not me. It took her seconds to put in the combination that everyone could practically recite. She was gleefully the center of attention. I stood. One who is young and fresh and tight. You no longer satisfy me. You will continue to amuse my friends when I wish, but, as your belly bulges, even they will tire of you quickly. He noticed her eyes dart momentarily upward. "You wish to speak?" What of the worthless cunt's baby, Master?" she asked."The baby is mine." Is there anything the cunt could do to persuade her Master to allow her to stay... with her child?" Nothing, Mioki. You are a whore, a slut. What kind of mother do you think a slut. I walked over, smiling, to where she was standing. ‘Hi,’ I said, suddenly feeling very nervous. ‘I don’t think we’ve met. I’m…’ ‘Damon,’ she finished. ‘I know.’ I was a little surprised. ‘I’m Jill.’ Her smile was warm and inviting. My nerves settled down quickly and we launched into a conversation. I learned that she was visiting from far away just for the wedding and that she would be leaving the next day. I also learned that she had just turned nineteen. We ended up talking for a long time. We both knew that this was the last time, and the knowledge lent an edge of sweetness and longing, lifting fucking to the level of lovemaking. I slipped my hands underneath her taut buttocks and raised her to meet each slow surge of my hips, and her breath was harsh in my ear as the tides of sensation washed through us. Without needing to say anything we quickened our rhythm, each feeling the other’s need. My cock seemed enormous, every inch of its surface sensitised. I could feel the soft.