I opened my legs just slightly, breathing heavily. Then he slid his hand up my parted legs and into my skirt. He rubbed my pussy though the thin mater...ial of my now wet thong. Then he pushed the tiny thong aside to feel my shaved pussy lips. He kissed me in a wild way, as he pressed his fingers inside my parting pussy lips. I gasped and spread my legs further apart. My pussy had not been touched like this not even by my hubby.I wanted now my Boss would touch me and more…I begged him to go inside. An officious woman strode through the door and bellowed into the room, "Abigail Kennedy please."Abigail got up from the chair, her legs shaking, and her mother wished her luck as a dozen pairs of anxious eyes watched her leave the room. She followed the woman down the grey corridor, out into a small auditorium and onto a small stage. Three men watched her as she nervously walked across the stage to the centre; her heart was beating furiously.They smiled warmly at her and checked her off a. ” “So do you princess,” my father said as he grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him as he began to slide in and out of my liquid heat. Within moments he was humping and pumping into me at a steady pace, his hands reaching around me to grasp my full breasts as he thrust into my tight, wet pussy. His fingers squeezed and played with my jiggling tits while he thrust mightily into my wet pussy. “Yes,” I let out a contented moan and pushed back against him, cajoling him to increase his pace which. When Peter came on I told him, make sure my husband has an extra few pints, I'll make him a big dinner, that should put him napping for an hour or two, I want your fucking cock, and I need him asleep, the reply I got was, consider it done you fucking horny bitch, I didn't wait around, I got straight on with the dinner, a glass of wine didn't go astray either, I didn't go to too much bother dressing up for it, so I just wore a skirt, bra, ant top, no panties of course, I wanted to be able to get.