Come to me and have my juice. She is pressing my head to her wet and hot pussy, while I am giving her a good finger fucking. HOOOO…she was screaming...and a big flush of juice came out from her hot pussy into my mouth and some on my face. I felt the taste hot, sweet and salty. Even this time also she was pressing my head and moving and shivering. I came to know that she did not completely reached to her orgasm and her pussy is still flushing juice more and more. What a lady flushing her juice. When the music stopped, the guy who was not buried in one of the girls pussies was out.That guy was consoled by the naked girl who was working the record player at the start of the game One of the girls was then removed and the song began again. The guy who pulled out of the last girl in line had to run around the couch and try to get to the next girl before the music stopped again. It was common for the guys to take care of the girls while the music was stopped and until they had to pull out. “...Yes, Babygirl?” he asked. “It tastes good, Daddy,” I sleepily whimpered. He seemed to relax then, pulling the first small lolli away again. It was only a second til the bigger, warmer lollipop was pushed against my tiny mouth. This time I opened my mouth without hesitation, now more prepared for the size of the bigger candy. Daddy pushed the larger, drippy sweet into my lips-- too much making me cry out and push back against him. What I felt then also startled me, my small fingertips. She wondered how many people did. Certainly, nobody walking down the hallways with her would think she was a sex slave. She could even converse with them if she had to, her programming letting her sound perfectly normal while she orgasmed deep inside at the thought of being programmed to sound perfectly normal. She walked past room after room, quietly evaluating the groups of computer students tapping away at terminals, waiting for the one that met the criteria that had dropped into her brain.