Dried, hair styled and makeup for Emma, they return to her room where he dresses her in soft white silk underwear and bra, just thigh highs today in b...ack silk, then he puts a soft cotton white top on her, and form-fitting black pants.This is the first for her wearing pants with him. The truth is Donald does prefer her in dresses, so he can get to her readily when he desires, but what she has outlined for her day he feels that pants are the better alternative.Plus, with all those men around. Then the black guy quickly turned me around and bent me over the desk. There is just something so amazingly hot about being handled and treated this way, my tits pressed against the old wooden desk, my legs being kicked apart, his hand slapping hard against my ass making me moan and scream. “Such a pretty tight wet white pussy….” I heard him mumble just before he rammed all nine inches of his thickness up inside me and start fucking me deep, hard and rough. I was in another realm as he. Mom made us eat good food when she was here and I think Amanda felt like she had to keep us in line. During a pause while we sipped our wine, I asked Amanda how she was feeling.She paused. "Happy. Wondering when Cinderella will have to go home. Like I was too long overdue for getting Tyler's thrills last night." She put down her wine glass and hugged both of us. "I feel warm and fuzzy about the way you and Charlene have taken care of me. I'm reliving my youth and it's much better this time. "Not at all." "How come?" She leaned in and lowered her voice. "Because now you're going to walk me to the parking garage and we're going to get in my car and you're going to show your appreciating by fucking me." And appreciative I was. Under her skirts, as my hand would discover when we got to her car, her upper thighs were already slick. They were so wet and so hot that I knew before my fingers finished their slow trip up her legs that I would not find panties. And hey, yin and yang,.