‘Jason, please. Make love to me. Show me that what I did was nothing like the real thing. Please show me.’ I wiped her tears, stood up and lifted ...her by her ass. It was so plump and soft: So…perfect. I laid her down and kissed every inch of her soft, silky body. My body trembled and my hands were shaking. Her fingers were entwined with mine. I noticed she was shaking too. My lips brushed her neck and my tongue made a trail straight to her right nipple. I softly licked and caressed each breast.. She said that she turned her head to see who was around her, and it was a bunch of sweaty boys in their early teens. She said that they were all drenched with sweat and that a few were shirtless, and that at first her only concern was how gross it would be to have these k**s rubbing up against her once the music started. Not wanting to get drenched with other people's sweat, she asked her son to stand behind her and shield her from the crowd. Well, this plan worked until the headlining band. Then Amy told us about the “special” rooms. I don’t know why I listened. Maybe I had some anthropological interest in the practice. Amy explained that if a couple or a group wanted some privacy, there were rooms available. The rooms were different: one had a suspended stirrup seat for pussy play (I had to ask about the stirrup seat – it sounded both ridiculous and interesting), others had couches and mirrors and a few had a queen-sized bed, a few small rooms, “Jack Boxes” she called them, were. "Daddy, I can hardly breathe!" I pushed up on my arms and rested over the little schoolgirl. I had finally done it – I had ravished her little virgin pussy. After ten months of blackmailing her into a daily blow job, it might not seem like much of a milestone, but believe me, this had just been the most momentous fuck of my life."Why the hell did you have to fuck me?" As the euphoria of her own pleasure faded, my less-than-willing conquest got some of her everyday attitude back.She had been.