My round breasts heaved in my bra. That followed, landing on the floor with a collection of other clothing.Principal Washington licked her lips. Coach...Clarkson stared at me with hungry eyes as she held Heather’s face down to her cunt. The teachers on the side all whimpered, roaming my body with their mature gazes.My futa-dick throbbed as I dropped my skirt. It fell down my thighs, revealing my shaft tenting the front of my bikini-cut panties. They were a deep blue made of two triangles attached. She bit her lip, then nodded."Good. When you get back to your mistress' rooms, tidy that hem up.Understand?" Yes, Master." Her answer was firm and clear, a tone of voice herterrified mistress had never heard from her. The hard eyes of Armand ofTellus swung back to the shivering heap of soiled robes on the floor."Lady Maretha." Lila's voice was quiet but it gained her immediateattention. Lila solicitiously offered her a hand up which she took buteven though the veils she would not meet Lila's. There was something in hismouth, acting as a gag. ???? One of the Apache then took an oil lanternthat had been on the coach. He sprinkled the contents liberally on the drywood. Another struck a match taken from one of the coachmen. Within secondsflames were spreading quickly. And soon after the most ghastly, nightmaresounds Martha had ever heard were coming from within the blazing stagecoach. ???? Returning to Martha, they helped her toher feet and undid her ankles. The one surviving coach. She had continued popping up and down and screaming, “Yes, fuck me, fuck me, I need that big dick to fuck me.” My eruption came out of nowhere and I clamped her hips with my hands and embedded my shaft as deep into her as I could, inside her body. Shot after shot of hot semen sprayed into her pussy and womb and I was helpless to stop the flow. At last, I released my hold on her hips and she fell over my chest and hugged me and started kissing me gently. Her tongue played with mine as we slowly.