The look of her face was one of a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Daddy owned the fancy restaurant. Daddy couldn't be at the fancy resta...rant because he was the fucking Foreign Secretary of an entire fucking planet. Meanwhile, back at the restaurant, gullible sergeant, er lieutenant, is banging his daughter with unrestrained debauchery..."You need to get going, you two," Kamaria said. "Everyone will see what a handsome couple you make but you've got to be there to be seen."She. The party was held at Rhonda's house, an expensive Tudor-style place in the Forest Hills neighborhood, far too big for one person. It was, Laura thought, like Deshona's, though Deshona had been married and had the house as a result. Rhonda had no excuse but ostentation.She had decided only to put in an appearance, to duck in and duck back out, and so she arrived late and had to park about a block away. Inside the house, she immediately realized that she should have made any excuse not to come.. It was only a matter of time before either my sounds exposed us or her movements would. I tilted my head back as she made her trek further down my shaft. Subsequently, my hand cupped that red juice box ass that I so adored. Her soft lips caressed the underside of my dick just at the start of my head. She knew that was a sure-fire way to get these vocals in motion. She wasn’t playing fair and I know she knew it. I bit my bottom lip to stifle the impending sounds. She doubled down on her antics.. “Well, Victoria,” I said in my motherly tone, “If you don’t feel ready for it, don’t let him push you into it. You stand firm until you are ready, okay?” “Oh, I am good and ready for it,” she said, “In fact I am dying for it. Every day all I think about is Jake fucking my cunt, my asshole, my mouth, everything! Why, that’s what I day dream about in your class!” “I see,” I said in my teacher’s voice, “Well, nice to know my teaching is appreciated!” “Oh, Miss Borden,” she said, genuinely.