She had a long angular face with a sharp chin, and deep brown eyes. She wore skirts with floral patterns that always went to her ankles. Her blouses ...ere always in good taste, she never allowed an errant button to be open. Today her blouse/skirt combo were as tasteful and demure as ever with the exception that her blouse sleeves were short and slightly more open than usual. Just as the bell was going to ring she was making the rounds in the room - reading over shoulders and asking quiet. Oldham at breakfast. Alas, he was already gone. I ate quickly, reminding Suzanne on my way out the door that I wouldn't be home for dinner that evening.Everything from the traffic to the elevator was slow that morning, resulting in making me late to work for the third day in a row. I'd barely set a can of tennis balls on my desk when Sharon came to tell me that my dad wanted to see me.Wanda was already in Mr. Oldham's office when I walked in. She looked nervous when she saw me. I winked to show. Did he do this just for me? Although today is an unseasonably warm Indian Summer kind of day, the warmth of Victor’s room design is quite inviting. The new colors and scents are enveloping, warm, sensual. I have finished undressing now. My hand wanders to my breasts, my nipples, even in this warm room, hard and rigid. Trailing my fingers down my stomach I discover the moist hotness between my legs, a small moan of pleasure escapes my lips as I touch myself. My arousal will be unmistakable to. “Enough, already,” he’d yelled. I had gotten his attention, all right. He was furious with me. Good, cause my anger burned hot, still. “You’re done here, Sarah. No more dinner for you. Go to your room and fucking study or something!”I got up, twisting my mouth into a sneer.“Fucking something? Sure, I’ll call Derek over and he can do me, for a change,” I said, then murmured, just quietly enough for dearest daddy to hear. “His big fat cock is just deeeeeelicious!”“You little,” he threatened, but.