‘You’re loving this, aren’t you? You little tart,’ Wicklow would hiss, leaning over her, his lips suddenly next to her ear, his voice a thick ...asp. ‘Mmm, mmm, mmm,’ she’d grunt, forced to breathe through her nose as Wicklow continued to fuck her from behind and the headmaster forced his throbbing hardness deeper into her mouth. Her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps as she pictured them using her helpless body for their pleasure. The thought of their eager cocks pushing into her mouth. I had only worn pantyhose in public a few times. Once I even wore a pair of her heels and navy pantyhose under my jeans in the hopes I would get pulled over and made to suck a cop’s dick that night. No luck that night.With a thrill of pleasure, I did as I was told and was sitting on the couch in hose with my hair in a ponytail when she arrived. She said she was happy to see that I had obeyed her as she ran her hands over my shaved chest and pantyhosed legs. “We have to hurry though, show starts. He has a big day at work tomorrow.” I was amazed at how hot this experience had been. My ass quivered and pulsed, nearly cramping a few times as we walked upstairs. Tameesha took me by the arm and led me outside saying, “You were amazing in the van and even more amazing back here. I wish we had more time to play tonight, but work is coming in the morning.” I had to ask, “Is that really your husband and really your brother?” Tameesha smiled and nodded with a smile. “Yes, that is Robert. " I am Sasheed Otmaad, of the Kingdom of Swazaki," he said giving me a slight bow.I have spoken to my father, King Otmaad, the imperial ruler. He has asked for me to bring you to our palace so he can thank you for saving my life." Where is this palace?"Taken back by the fact that I did not know of his country, Sasheed stiffened as he said, "Africa." How would we get there?" The King's Boeing 747 is on Its way to pick us up, as we speak." Just the two of us? Your shitting me?" Hardly."Fifteen.