He was so close he could speak to them in a normal voice. ‘Oh, Liam,’ cried Jessica. ‘You shouldn’t have come.’ ‘There, there,’ he said,...‘everything’ll be alright.’ His daughter was crying, hanging on to her mother’s leg. His chest felt tight watching her so distraught. ‘It’ll be ok, Cassie. Daddy promises.’ He was circled by the SPF’s. He held his hands out and they fastened his wrists together with the polymer locks. A man came out of the largest vehicle. He was a cold looking man, his face. I watched Emelda and Simon move together as I slid my fingers down the front of my panties. I could feel the soft tufts of hair through the cotton. I was mesmerized by the movement of Emelda's breasts as they squished against Simon's body in response to his eager thrusts. My finger stopped at just the right spot.Oh yes, right there. I pushed and slowly rubbed as pleasure began to emerge from my groin and seep throughout my body. My left hand cupped my bra. I echoed with them as they grew more. She felt it build quickly, realizing only then how aroused she was.He had me under over an hour! I don't even remember being given a trigger word. God knows what he told me. What I told him! What I might've done!Those thoughts only added to the power of the orgasm. It exploded out from her pussy, through her body. It was all she could think about. It was all she wanted. And then, finally, it began to subside. Panting, she searched for her phone that had slipped from her grasp in her throes of. She was telling me about her father's estate at home, and the things she liked to do in her spare time. She was also telling me what she was studying while she was here in the United States. She was doing both of these things because I had asked, and I was leaning my chin on my hand and looking into her eyes with an air of intense interest, hoping she wouldn't notice that my leading comments and questions would, if one were observant, belie the fact that I was actually paying no attention.