Six? Seven? Ten? I was a quivering mess of soaking cum and sweat when he stopped. My mind was unable to think clearly, my clit was swollen and bruised... my flesh sore from the struggle and the restraints that bound me.Cool relief came in the form of an ice cube placed on my clit, soothing as it melted. Despite everything, my body still responded to his touch, exhausted as it was and even though he had put me through this ordeal I still craved to be fucked by him. I felt my Master’s palm push. The jizz shot straight back into her mouth, striking the back of her throat. Connie instinctively started to cough and gag on the dick-drink she was being given by her father, but through force of will, she let the hot, sticky spunk slide down her throat and into her churning gut. She felt very good though, after drinking back the last jetting shots of her Dad’s load. Connie felt like she’d passed some big audition, some huge test – she felt like she’d pleased her Daddy to no end, and that,. This place is like a classical castle, high walls and all.Looking to either side, the structures were packed in as tight as possible, but there was a distinct change in look between the accommodations on the field and lower stands and the upper stands. The difference was too visible to be accidental. From where he was standing on the staircase, the upper stands area even looked cleaner.There were chimneys sticking up from jumbled roofs, smoke drifting from most of them. He could see chimneys. They even talked about collaborating on an essay as part of a contest where the prize was a graduate scholarship for Sally. While she didn't really need the money, she had said that her Dad told her that he "Wasn't going to pay for her to go to college forever", and therefore it would come in handy if she decided to go to graduate school.Sally was a northern girl, growing up within a few miles of the school. She was just a little bit of a tomboy. Just like Sam, she loved outdoors (winter).