Like how it wouldn’t take any effort what so ever to hold her still while I gave her a good fingering. Like how with my experience I could just lick...her to the quickest orgasm of her life. Enough, I say to myself this is my daughter. I jumped to my feet letting her fall to the floor. I watched as she scrambled away with her skirt all hiked up and her tight little ass beat red from the harsh spanking I had just given to her. True to her personality though she stands up straightens herself out,. I was sat on my own in the relevant area for about a half hour, when another young man appeared, we got talking and he said he was 19, and did I know what reputation this area had, I said "No".He was telling me it was a local haunt of young gay men, "Really" I replied, "I better not stop long then" I replied, he said he wasn't gay either he just comes down to the area sometimes as he is somewhat curious, he hadn't had any experience but often wondered what all the fuss was about, I agreed, he. She was going to use her hand to guide my penis in when I stopped her."No Dot no hands, you position yourself and then lower yourself down."She didn't take long to get it in then she just dropped and in I went to the hilt, this time I am sure I gained another inch as it seemed even deeper imbedded in her small body.She just sat there with a smile on her face looking at me with her lovely breasts with the large areoles and her acorn sized nipples standing about half an inch out. God I think this. ”“It’s almost eight.”We led a blindfolded Susan to the dais. She’d changed into the diaphanous harem outfit for her performance but had acceded to wearing a bra and G-string under it. She carried a copy of her book, Bound for Freedom, but the poems she would perform were memorized.There was nothing calm about her as she approached her performance. Susan was shaking like a leaf, scarcely able to keep hold of the little book. We led her to where the strips of silk were hung from the hoop above.