"Take off your panties and come sit in Daddy’s lap daughter," Mr. Rigmatten ordered.Amy looked down to see her panties still wrapped around her lowe... thighs. She started to pull them down as she’d been told. "No, silly girl, do it sexy," Mr. Rigmatten ordered.Miserably Amy asked, "How?"Exasperated, Mr. Rigmatten said "dance like when you want a boy to notice you only slowly, roll your hips suggestively and pull your panties down slowly, sexy, like a stripper."Amy bit her lower lip in obvious. . my... pussy... nnnnnowwwwww!" My cock spewed great loads of cum into her. Her own orgasm rocked us. She writhed under me, nipples distended, nyloned legs shaking, wrapped tightly around my waist, mouth pressed to mine, thrusting her hips like a whore. I pumped, she thrust, demanding the maximum pleasure, we went at each other again building those giant orgasms of mutual passion and lust. This was fucking at its very best. No strings, no games, just rutting. The pleasure of fucking Linda was. Then when the doctor said there was a chance of bleeding in my brain ... It’s not really an excuse, but I know I should have called you. Lori, I care a lot about you, I love you, and I feel like a first class arsehole for the way I’ve treated you. Can you forgive me?”She was still hugging me, and sobbing. I stroked her hair, not sure if I had said the right things.“I was just so worried,” she said. “I had this feeling that something bad had happened, and if you had been killed, I would have. The steward marked her butt cheeks with white paint. She apparently was owned by a trio of black men. Number five was a shapely brown-eyed blonde with dark roots and firm breasts which looked store bought. Her owner and Robert seemed to know each other; they waved and smiled. Stella was last on the stage, lining up with the others. All those people were staring at her, and she was naked! She could see herself on a video screen, a close up of her bottom as the steward drew a 6.