”“You’re such a loving daughter, sweetling,” he groaned, rubbing my nipples harder.“Yes, yes, yes,” I grinned, hiding the hate in my heart... “So loving! I love you, Daddy!”I leaned forward, letting my clit rub against his pubic bone. My body trembled, my pussy squeezing down so hard on his dick as I rode him faster and faster. My breasts jiggled in his hands as I slid up and down his pole, loving every moment of his dick filling me, stirring me to a hot froth. Such rapture shuddered through my. “At least we have the same lunch period.”“Lunch. Oh. I forgot to bring lunch.”“No, you didn’t. Your mother handed it to me when I knocked on the door to pick you up. Don’t worry. It’s in my locker. It’s a nice day out, so maybe we can take lunch out to the bleachers, okay?”“We can do that?”“Of course, we can. People do it all the time. Meet me here after fourth period. We’ll grab sodas from the machine.”I just stood and stared at her as she walked away. She’s so pretty. This weekend had been so. ‘I’m not going to meet this guy for the first time and start asking for autographs. The whole thing scares me silly as it is.’ ‘Yeah, you’re right,’ Cynthia said, calming down. ‘I can understand why you’d feel that way.’ ‘Well, I’m getting used to the idea,’ Melissa stated, not liking how easily Cynthia could picture her as a frightened waif. ‘Believe me, I’m envious,’ her friend said. ‘I’d love to meet Trevor Trent. He seems like a real sweety pie.’ ‘Maybe you will sometime. If I don’t make a. When the feasting was nearly over, the small competition dais was equipped with two whipping benches and the winners were brought back, dressed only in their golden gowns of leading members of the Golden Palace harem. They took their places on the benches, lifting the gowns to the waist to reveal two pairs of shapely buttocks, and the Emir announced that the Chief Eunuch would give each of them six strokes of the riding crop for failing to win the competition. Spotlights ensured that all could.