I have booked a table at Fisherman’s Wharf.’ ‘Cripes that’s an hour away. Nobody goes that far to dinner.’ ‘Oh yes they do Matt. When dadd... was based in London he flew with mummy in a chartered aircraft to Paris with a group of people for dinner, and that returned home late that night and that was many years ago.’ ‘I can’t imagine people doing things like that, what a shocking waste of money.’ ‘There’s a lot of things that people do that you don’t know about. I’ve been thinking that we should. " I looked at him and asked, "Isn't this your car?" He pressed the bleeper and opened the door for me and said, "No, a friend's, but he doesn't mind me borrowing it for an hour or so." I got in and he walked briskly round to the driver's side. He got in and started to drive. He drove slowly and looked right and left, for a darkened ally I presumed. We got to the edge of the village, and the road ahead was dark. My pussy had started to tingle and I felt it as it got wet. He looked at me as. "What if he knew I'd given you a blow job while you were sitting in his chair?" Then he'd be jealous as fuck!" I said, starting to get hard straight away at the thought."Come", she teased beckoning me over to her. Or maybe it was "Cum", I'm not sure. She stood up and then fell to her knees as I took a seat in my boss's chair and sat back, while she undid my belt and pulled down my jeans.I knew it wasn't all that likely that anyone would walk through the office, because the place was virtually. I moaned and groaned with elated ecstasy."Like that, huh, Alex," barked Daddy slapping my ass.I squealed."Say it," he demanded."Yes, Yes," I mumbled as my body rocked in unison with his cock throttling in and out of me.Daddy smacked my ass again, "Yes, what?" Yes, I liked getting fucked by you, Daddy."He laughed and I could feel his cock jiggle within me. "Good, because I like fucking you."I screeched as Daddy pulled by hair forcing me to arch my back. Tears ran down my face as he buried every.