They were gritting from the force of his efforts. The instinct to fuck had taken complete control over him, driving him wild. He pounded my mouth like...a young stallion aching to breed. I squeezed his ass as he pummeled me and slid the finger tips of both hands into his sweaty crack. I parted his cheeks and rubbed his boy pussy eventually working two or three fingers into his damp cunt. His body went rigid and for a moment his prick had stopped thrusting. Suddenly he rammed it's full length back. I breathed with guilt. "Come this way." He tugged the collar and I opened my eyes. Without directing looking at him, I crawled on my hands and knees behind him to the bedroom. Guiding me onto the bed, he positioned me so that the upper half of my body was on the bed while my feet were on the ground, leaving my ass wide open in the air. He pulled my hands back and handcuffed them. "Now, how long have you been out there?" "August." August what?" August 9th." "And today is..?" January 31st." "You. We swayed together until the music ended and the cat calls started."Get a room, Dad." And thank you, Prue!Fiona gave me a final squeeze and stepped back. I followed her back to the table -- conscious of the slight bulge in my pants. I wasn't hard but I was firmer than when I started dancing. Fiona stopped suddenly to turn to thank me and her hand collided with my crotch. It was suspicious but she made no effort to grope me. She did cast her eyes in that direction though when I sat and I noticed. I waited for him to drop the bomb about us, to tell her that we had been lovers for a long time now. Jack had tears in his eyes. "Roberta, someone has shot Traci." "Oh, no, Jack! Traci? Is she alive? What happened?" Roberta's voice got shaky and her eyes filled quickly with tears.I breathed a sigh of relief. Well, I thought... uh, well, never mind. Some things are better left unsaid.As I was walking out of the room, i could tell that Jack was comforting his wife in his best style. Soon, he was.