...fucked. It was going to be a long day, but at least it would give her 'bits' a rest before she got home tonight. No doubt Robbie would want her as...soon as she got home. The thought both excited, and worried her, which, in iitself was a blessing. In 48 hours plus, she had had more good sex than she had had in many years of married life. The worry was that she didn't want Robbie to get to attached and even possibly fall in love. In happens, and that was the worry. All she had to do was get. He insisted on us wearing extremely tight breeches, skin tight in fact, which with the crisp white shirts he also insisted upon gave us a rather, well, "gay" look. At first this had made me rather self conscious- always imagining Mr. Watson was looking at my rear end, but over time this feeling had rather dissipated and I now thought little of it.The day in question was a Saturday in October. Simon and I used to alternate working Saturday mornings and having the afternoon off. This week was my. She hesitated, then plunged in."Dad wants me to take an entry level position at one of his plants. It'll be good experience and look good on my resume." What resume? You're going to be working for your dad the rest of your life, why would you need one?" I'm not! I want to go out on my own, our own." If that's what you want why don't you look for something local. With his connections, you could get a job anywhere." I promised him my first job would be with him." Ah. Which plant will you be. ”(Dada just for today, Mimi is mine. And she will only abide by my words. Your words won’t matter to her. Just for today. From tomorrow morning, she will again become your girlfriend.)The idea was hot and innovative. And that is probably the reason we called Arun, that he would come up with some more kinky ideas. Mimi extended her hand towards my crotch and felt it. Needless to say, it was hard as an iron rod.Mimi: “Just wanted to check. I guess you are overwhelmed with the idea. Just check for.