"Now what I require of your playing is discipline, Fiddle," she heard theMaestro say. "How might we best instil that in you, do you think?" "I don't ...know, Maestro," she answered. There was a pause, and then she felt his hands rest lightly on her shoulders.He must have turned, he had moved close to her, and she could feel the heatof his body no more than an inch away from hers. "Let your skirt fall, Fiddle," he told her, and, when she did so, said, "Unfastenit, let it drop, step out of it." . There were only about 10-15 people sitting. So I just went and sat in a seat at the last row supported by the wall. There was no one else in the next 5 successive rows in the front. So I just opened my laptop and started watching a movie. At 11pm there was an announcement that due to a technical snag, the flight shall not be able to depart till 4 a.m. I just cursed my luck. Anyway, after about 15 mins a guy came and sat in the row just opposite to mine. He was a well built guy and looked around. He held my nose and squeezing. Comon you dirty pig. Lick my dick till your mom comes. I fell on his feet and requested me not to torture. Baba Khan laughed biggerly. He held my nose and started twisting round. My nose was paining. He punched on my stomach. I cried. Babakhan laughed. He gave another big punch on back. Vayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyo,, vaddu maharaja memu nee banisalam maharaja, ani edustunna. Nannu kinda kurchobettin na shoulders meeda thodalu vesadu baba khan. Modda baga. " Oh Daddy, ahh!" she gasped. "Oh ah, umm." She wrapped her arms and legs around him and thrust back at him, humping her cunt to meet his thrusts.He pumped her pussy, screwing her fully and strongly, jabbing his cock up and down."Unhh yeah—sweet fucking pussy you!" he gasped. "Ah yeah, fuck, daughter, fuck!" Oh god--unh ah--ooh ahh yess!" she panted and jerked and hunched. "Fuck, Daddy, fuck!" she cried.He speared his prick up her pussy, jamming every inch of it in her, and then let her have.