My stepdaughter’s younger friend is laughting, grinding her firm little butt on my rock hard cock. Between adrenaline, fight or flight, the raging hormones flooding my bloodstream, my heart pounding in my ears drowning out the dance music and giggling, my heart pounding in my aching cock, the heat and the damp and the warm funk smells and her little navy skirt and bloomers and smooth alabaster athletic thighs and my own terror at what I want to do to her and that I have surrendered to her, to her makeup, allowed her to tie me up and… How did I get here?

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Mr. Dillard, your afternoon has been paid for by Dr. Mackenzie.

Excellent, is he here?

No sir, he bought the afternoon with you for his daughter and her friends, they’re waiting for you here in the lobby.

Um… Okay, send them in.

My secretary opens the door and ushers in five very fit girls from my stepdaughter’s high school.

“Hello Mr. Dillard!” chimes a stately brunette with long perfect legs and a navy and white cheerleading outfit, short skirt hugging her firm hips, a placket running up the side of her perfect thigh. “Do you remember us from your daughter’s track meets? I’m Maggie” and she extends a perfect hand toward me as I stand.

“Good afternoon. I wish I could say I remember your names, but I’m not certain we were ever introduced. It’s been a year since she graduated, so you would’ve been juniors?”

“Yep! Except for Danielle, she’s a junior now” inclining her head toward an incredibly lithe, light, waifish girl with voluminous auburn red curls, porcelain white pale skin, who can’t be five feet tall with incredibly slender legs and a flat chest, her pretty face, waist and hips somehow familiar… “She was a pole vaulter in track with your daughter, Claire, and now she’s a gymnast. And these are Kay-kay, DIdi, and Isabella, or Bella, she’s a foreign exchange student from Brazil.”

Asking as I shake each of their small hands, “A gymnast, does the school offer gymnastics?”

“Nope, there is a gym near the school where we all do gymnastics and tumbling.”

“It’s nice to see you again Mr. Dillard!” pipes Danielle.

I sit on the edge of my desk and motioning to whichever girls would like to have the remaining three seats, “So, ladies, how may I help you? Why has Dr. MacKenzie genrously retained my services for the afternoon? Do you need help with college? Legal questions about school? Internships?” Isabel and Kay-kay take seats their pretty legs crossed at the ankle, thighs so high, Didi and Danielle stand with their legs slightly spread, attentive, with their hands resting lightly on what I imagine must be pefrectly round firm buttocks behind. Maggie steps closer, her black hair in big curls, her chin sharp, her big eyes fixed on mine, holding my attention away from the perfect cleavage revealed by her v-neck top, now definitely standing magnetically in my space, her weight shifting uncertainly from leg to leg, her hips shifting light with a little anxiety but her face still confident, her hands still resting lightly behind folded together on her skirt.