We followed her more slowly, and saw her getting into a black Mercedes.“We’ve got to help her,” Bondy said.I nodded. “But how?”“I dunno,�...� he sighed. “We’ll talk tomorrow.”“Dad,” I said at the first opportunity I had to get him alone that evening. “Can I ask your advice?”“Sure. What do you need? Girls? Money? School?” He smiled encouragingly at me.“Well, girls, sort of, but not in the normal way.”“Oh?”“There’s a girl at school,”“Oh, and you think you’d like her to be a concubine?”I frowned at. Linda knew the old man was somewhat addicted to the scent of her used knickers and he would often wear them on his head when he was plowing her from behind right on top of his solid oak desk with the engraved knobs on each and every drawer.Her favorite spot was the cave-like center portion which allowed plenty of room for her to crawl inside and attend to the old man’s needs even whilst he was conducting business with others completely unaware of the fact his cock was tickling the back of her. She reached one arm across her back, around under her belly, palming her vagina. Diana panted with excitement as Dot whacked her once; she wiggled her buns in anticipation of more. Dot caressed and fondled her other cheek before slapping it. Each whack got harder, with longer intervals while she caressed the enticing black flesh. Her fingers were manipulating Diana's vagina teasingly, as she proceeded with the girl's punishment. Diana's moans became little cries, as she approached her climax. We assured everyone who called that it was still on and that we obviously thought it was safe because we were here, but many of them - or their parents - decided playing safe was a better idea. As did the live band we'd hired. It was understandable, and in the grand scheme of things didn't matter at all, so we just had a quieter party than expected. A VERY over-catered one too.Most of the girls that I think of as my second-tier girlfriends turned up. Alexis I expected as she'd probably ride her.