I bet he fucking has! Amongst other things she explains how he’s kindly gone out of his way to drive her home several times when she’s had problem... with her car recently, to save her having to use the bus.As she tells me this, memories come flooding back to when my father used to pick me up from the station every Friday tea-time as I returned home from University. From my second year onwards, we would be joined regularly by his young secretary at the time, Deborah, who used to stay late on a. I asked him to have a belt, small piece of rope and nipple clamps ready for when I arrived. I would bring any other accessories with me. I sent him a text a few minutes before arriving and told him to stroke his cock and have it hard with pre-cum dripping from the head whenever I arrived. If he didn't he would be punished.When I arrived, I was wearing a short black skirt, black thigh highs, black heels, black lace panties and a black demi bra. I had a bag with me with my surprises in it. I. So, onwards...She soon came to the conclusion that she was not only delayed, but also lost. The station could seriously do with more signage, she thought to herself grumpily. Still, so long as she didn't keep doubling back on herself, sooner or later...Yes! She was back on the main concourse again!The station, after all, wasn't as large as all that, and she'd known that, since everything else was arranged around the central hub, she'd be bound to get back there eventually. And the main. She was only five foot four, so when she hugged me she buried her face in my chest and wrapped her hands around my waist. She hugged me more like a long lost lover than a family member. I decided to take a chance. When we both pulled away, I let my hand slide down and brush against her ass. I tried to make it seem like an accident and a purposeful act at the same time. She just looked at me and smiled."I grabbed your bag for you anyway, son," my dad said."Thanks, dad," I said as I brushed my.