Vicky, the nametag said, had a bit of Goth look going on, with jet black hair, curly, but short, with a tiny riot of bangs across her forehead. She wo...e a white blouse that set off her café au lait skin tone, and stretched over her protruding breasts. She wondered why these two men had fixated on her, in her business attire, rather than the slim, dark and stunning bartender. The surreptitious glances that she and the men exchanged became more blatant. That’s fine, Leigh Ann thought to herself.. So Jorge was staying here too.This hotel was something of a resort. The tennis courts and golf course were substantial. The pro shops advertised lessons on signs in the lobby. There were three restaurants and a nightclub. Jorge noted the number of attractive young women wandering around, most of them seemed unattached.Jorge had kept an eye on the man with the mind shield. He was discovering for himself the worst part of following someone. Never before had he been forced to wait on someone he. My eyes rolled up into the back on my head as my orgasm over took me. If not for daddy, grabbing me I would have fell from his lap and the sofa to the floor. Daddy just held me on his cock. I felt him going soft as our juices flowed from my pussy. I felt relaxed as daddy just held me. I had been so uptight lately I had forgotten what feeling so relaxed felt like. I slowly started to regain my composure and I kissed and licked at daddys ear. I could still feel our juices mostly his cum pouring. Taking her hand and sliding it down his hard abs "Destinee!" He moans. His lips to her ear he begs knowing if she touches him it would be the point of no return for them… He would fall...The storm intensifies and the strong winds increase."Your highness, permit me…" She slowly slides her hand lower."Please don't do this!" He helplessly whispers in her ear, she intoxicates him. "Permit me to be your destiny tonight, my King…"His will to resist fades, for she has overcome him. Now he desires to.