I’m panting trying my best to get away from the heat at my clit…wiggling moaning. “Sirrrr please its hot Sirrrr!!!” Master J just snickers, ...��oh girl you love it and you know it” twice more on my clit with the crop again. ”uughhh Sirrrrrrrr!!!” I yell. Oh man, I feel something between my legs. “He isn’t ohh nooo He isss,”I say in my mind. I feel a well-lubed vib enter my ass “ohh dearrr Sirrrrrr”; I say as I wiggle more on the bed. “Yes girl you love that don’t you? What a slut yes you like. “Jessica, Your Highness,” replied the naked woman.“Jessica, for now just call me Andrew,” said the Prince. “More importantly, have you got any suggestions of how we can calm this situation down?” he asked waving an arm to encompass the hold.Jessica pointed to the small group with her and Andrew noted that it was his new family. Each of them was holding hands, and the youngsters were being comforted by the older members. “Get the families to hold hands, and sit down,” Jessica said, “It’s much. I like the feeling of warmth next to me, and the assurance that she won't wake until she's ready. The near-nakedness of her pantied skin next to mine, and the taut cotton covering of her tempting cleft.There's a certain power in the resistance of that temptation; in the decision to let her sleep. There's a freedom in the knowledge that she would like to be left, and like to encourage me.There's a familiar pressure of cock against underpants, the entrapment of the willing. A memory prods me, of. I must admit, I was more than a little surprised. Here was this handsome father asking me if he could join me for dinner. It did worry me that this did seem a bit inappropriate to go on a date with this man, but I rationalized that it was only dinner. However, I didn’t want an unpleasant surprise, like his wife showing up and wanting to kick my ass. Thus, I asked the question I didn’t want to ask. “Well, Mr. Stone, isn’t your wife waiting for you at home?” He lowered his head and sighed, “My.