Lust welled up in my breast like a flood, and I knew my pussy was starting to get wetter and wetter just thinking about him. I shifted my legs, and I ...elt the smooth satin of my panties rub against my pussy. I wanted to plunge my hands down there, and caress myself to blissful oblivion. As I shifted, I carefully, and without being obvious, raised my skirt slightly so that Mark couldn’t help but see my exposed knee and calf. I noticed a slight bulging in his pants, and my breathing slowed. The haunting melody held the audience spellbound. When she had finished the last verse, the whole crowd was on its feet. Never had they heard such feeling and emotion poured into a song.That evening the performance was impeccable, however, anyone who was asked afterwards, which song was the best would be heard to answer, "The first one." They might not remember the name of the song, but they all remembered it was for Roger.Come the New Day - NarratorJust prior to the school day's start,. I figured the best course of action would be to leave. I picked up my pants, and just as I made my way to exiting the stall, I turned back to look through the hole one more time. I noticed that the man had now stood up, facing towards the hole. I couldn't refrain from succumbing to my curiosity, as I moved my head down towards the hole to get a better view.Peeking towards me through the hole, was not what I expected. A fully erect white cock was halfway into the hole. I backed my head up in. The tripod was placed on a 3 meter high platform so that the crowd could view the whipping.Her legs were spread wide apart and she hung slightly inclined so that her tits hung freely .It was midday so the sun was at its peak. Christine Jones was the name of the blonde before she was captured by this band of nomads in theyear 1876. Now she was the property of Shiek Omar who she had insulted by slapping his face as he approachedher in her tent with the intent to sexually assault her. She would.