My lips part, and Daddy leans down to lick my temple and nuzzle my hair. I thought he loved me? Why would he threaten me with those photos?The busines...man’s eyes ware trained on the front of my skirt, where I am sure he can see movement. I feel a hot blush rise from my chest to my cheeks. The man’s gaze lifts to mine, and he smirked at me knowingly. Why was Daddy doing this? Couldn’t he tell we’d drawn someone’s attention? I elbowed him, and he gives my pussy a light spank in warning. I clench. "Right. Lubricant. If she ain't wet, boys, she ain't interested. Pack up an' go home. How we doin' so far?"Penny smiled kind of sheepishly at me and touched my outer lips. "She wet." She said simply."God damn." One of the guys beside her breathed. "They get like that?" A few other guys made similar comments. I was mortified; Peter and Alex had both commented on how wet I get — it was why they were so confused as to why I rarely cum — but to have a whole class make a study of my vaginal juices. .we can’t...I need you to...please’ She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. ‘Isabelle’ he said, whilst unclipping her garters from her panties. ‘Please what?’ ‘Please...I need you to…’ ‘Keep going?’ Darius asked, as he pulled her panties down her smooth, shiny legs. ‘Nnngh...oooh, Darius...yess, you need to...put your finger in my little, ooh, pussy’ ‘That’s what I thought, slut.’ Said Darius as he fondled her breast. ‘Ooh, um...Darius’ Isabelled whined. ‘What is. My hand reaches up and gently fucks the dildo into your arse as I lick it. I keep fucking you with it as my tongue slides senuously back to your pussy to taste your cum again, parting those pretty lips, feeling the tightness of your cunt as I try to get as deep inside as I can. I begin to lick upwards again, stabbing my tongue into you, but not quite touching your clit. I can sense your anticipation, sense how much you want to come, how much you want to feel my tongue on that sensitive spot.