"Nice," the girl said to no-one in particular before dragging the youth away giggling as he stroked her sexy little bottom through her own short skirt...Two youths were next, even from a distance, Claire could see them nudging each other hardly able to believe their good fortune. She responded by raising both knees so they could enjoy looking at the tiny white scrap of white nylon between her legs and buttocks, it was the ultimate high for Claire, and she felt a delicious wetness in her panties. She turns her attention back to the mirror and the sight of four strong, horny black men surrounding her. Ten hands swarm over her entire body, traveling up her back to her shoulders, then down to her calves and legs, returning again and again to feast on her soaking inner thighs. She spreads her legs to allow easy entry to her moist center. The fever builds in her. She feels the tidal surge of her climax building, rising slow and steady. All the time the hands, the fingers, the mouths never. She regretted not following his orders. He had spanked her before for not listening but this was far worse. However, there was only one more hour to go before she could go meet Daddy and hopefully, he would let her cum. Just then, Jen rang on the intercom, “There is a Mister Walker to see you. I didn’t see an appointment on your calendar but he was adamant that you would see him. Should I let him in?”Kate gulped and realized; her daddy was here.“Did you hear me? Should I let him in?” Jen. "Show yourself." Be easy there," called Olida, impressed at least that so small a motion had drawn his attention. "I'm no highwayman." Had he gone for his bow, she wouldn't have shown herself so easily. Seeing that he had only his knife in hand, she rose so that he could see her silhouetted against the face of the moon. She was dressed as a boy in russet tunic, braies, and a bright red cloak, kirtles not being practical for travel. Still, there was no mistaking her for a boy when seen in.