" Son-of-a-bitch, son-of-a-bitch, son-of-a-bitch." Dad was repeating this over and over. Before we turned down the avenue where the bank was located, ...e pulled to the curb. "I'm not doing it. There is no way you can force me." He looked hopefully at me thinking I would capitulate.I just pulled my cell phone out and started dialing. "Hello, may I speak to someone about my father? I think he has more than one woman he--"I was cut off by Dad screaming, "Okay, you get your money." He started the. “Very beautiful. Perfect choice.” he clicks his tongue approvingly, referring to my choice of dress. He is taking me to a work party and transferred a large sum to my account to get some show stopper pieces. My black and silver glitter gladiator heels catch his attention next.“I like the idea,” he smirks, “but were they within budget?” he queries, ever the gentleman.“Yes, thank you, sir.” I nod and cast my head down.My posture and expression changes, grace and pride leaving my body. Here,. Just like that. Right there. Right there. Right there."Her body was telling him exactly how to fuck her. Splitting herself open from the core with her fingers, she fucked herself. She couldn’t help herself from moaning loudly. Images of his loaded cock being stroked over her flooded her mind."This is how I like to be fucked. Watch me and see exactly how I like to be fucked. Watch me."Slapping her clitoris against her fingers, she increased speed. Her body writhed in pleasure. She changed. She even did it once in a restaurant bathroom, leaving Dan to wonder why she was gone so long. As Lara was in the middle of cooking dinner, Dan strode in, walked casually to his lady, and squeezed her tight ass while whispering in his ear that she was the most amazing fuck any man could ever dream of. The compliment brought a huge smile to Lara's face, making it quite difficult to focus on her task.As the couple sat eating dinner, Dan finally broke away from the normal, drab dinner.