As usual, my daughter came through the door and went straight to her room, the slam of a door following her. Or so I was expecting… Instead, I heard...the door tap against its frame softly. Today I could hear her sighs as she undressed herself. My eyes closed as I pictured her soft hands unclasping her lace decorated bra from her milk-white breasts, caressing the swells as the cloth fell away from them. Her hands teasing her pink nipples were like a video playing on the backs of my eyelids. I. The farm was a working farm and she often caught glimpses of the men in the fields as she jogged around the farm house to keep in shape. Chip had demanded that she exercise in the most skimpy outfits she had available. She had determined to work out more and socialize less at least to begin with. She wanted to reduce her level of body fat somewhat without loosing the fullness of her 35 inch breast measurement or her feminine softness. Specifically, she wanted to get her normal waist. There was no seating plan for tables of eight. No doubt the Chairman and Chief Executive would expect to sit at his table. He would have to persuade them that it would be better if they mixed with the plebs. He wanted Briony on his table but if he invited her and Tom to join the 'nobs' that might start tongues wagging.The Chairman arrived. "Delighted you're able to join us, Sir Nigel," said Clive. He kissed Lady Nugent's hand. "And lovely to see you, Lady Nugent."She smiled indulgently. "Ever. She is used to wearing heels for the office, 3 inches on regular days.She loves wearing heels, and I also love watching her in them. On special occasions, she will wear 4-4.5inch.“But you love wearing heels,” I replied. “But this pain never goes,” she said.‘Don’t worry about the pain. I am there na, to massage your legs. Besides, I also love watching you in heels.” She gave me a look. “Shut up!” she said lovingly to stop me from flirting any further.“Also, you only say I have a gift,” I said,.