They were not being quiet.His eyes grew fearful as he realised how vulnerable they were. ''My daughter, quickly, go into your bedroom. I will see wh...t they need.'' He knew exactly what they could do to his little girl, he heard the stories before. But he knew it was too late to run or hide. There was a loud rap at the door, and a man's deep voice demanding to open up. ''We know you're in there! Bring her out to play!''The door burst open to a loud roar of laughter, and a group of soldiers. I found myself in an undignified position, hanging over a branch with my panty clad tush high in the air. I was hoping for a helping hand from Anna but what I got was a hand on the ass."Hey, Darling, you want to try it hanging from a tree?" With her hands slipping between my legs I rather thought I did. I was glad I had taken Anna's advice and not worn pantyhose because her hands were soon all over my rapidly growing prick. I hated to interrupt Anna, but my position was growing uncomfortable. I. She was every bit as good as Olivia Ellison, his second favorite piece. The thought made him smile. He'd have to be visiting Olivia soon; she deserved a dose of his nine inch dick, and she was after all his to command. Life had been good to Calvin Grayson. All he had to do to keep it that way was to be super-discreet. Yes, discreet was the word.He let his hand trail down until he was squeezing the covered flesh of her vulva."God you are for sure one hot momma," he said."Well, if so, what are. The ardor and dampness between her supple, thighs’ were drawing her finger’s downward. Her finger’s, sojourning beneath the flowing, skirt of the sundress and idly maundering up the nylon clad length of her thigh. Her left hand, straying down to cup the perky swell of her breast through the thin, bodice of the dress, the nipple, was protruding stiffly from the firm, mound. Her fingers, sojourned higher beneath the skirt. Causing the skirt to bunch up about her waist, her supple, fingertips.