Learn, do well and forget your father’ *** I do not know how he found me, but last week I received an email from my father’s personal assistant on...my college account. It described the location of his Chateaux in France and came complete with a coupon for a return flight ticket attached. He urged me to come and see him. My first instinct was to wait. I needed the time, both to think and to prepare my studies. I was training to be a mathematician and was considered the brightest girl in my year.. She was going to get her kicks from this stud or know the reason.What he did next surprised her. Not the way he licked his lips or the way his hands trembled--she expected those. But he got up and rustled through a low cabinet until he came out with a jar."Honey," he told her."What ever for?"And then she found out. His fingers quickly stripped her panties off her. She sighed. One of these days she'd get to use them--they weren't crotchless for nothing. But when he poured the honey all over her. When I sat to pee in the bathroom the plug restricted the ‘flow’; it burned and hurt a little but, in some ways, it felt like another orgasm! Back to the motel.I did have a bitch of a time getting it out – next insertion, Crisco!Once I had the plug out and got a nice long shower I felt better. I slipped into some comfortable lingerie and relaxed while thinking about dinner. Maybe I could get lucky with a delivery guy? If not the guy from the night before was still here; at least his car was. I. I asked her what this was all about and she said she had gotten a call from my wife that morning telling her all about my little fetishes and about my collection of clothes.(WHAT A BITCH)I just sat there with a stunned look on my face and mom reminded me of the time she caught me looking at her and how she knew I had been dressing up and then she told me why she didn’t tell anybody about it, not even my father, was because it excited her to think how turned on I was getting by her underwear.I.