My asshole was starting to throb and I felt a little pang of anxiety because I didn’t know what Daddy’s plan was. I didn’t have to wait long. Da...dy pulled me into an alley behind Mr. and Mrs. Turner’s house. I took quick, short steps to keep up with Daddy. I was breathless as Daddy pulled me into his arms. I could feel his heart beat as he held me close. He kissed me roughly and I moaned into his mouth. He squeezed my tits and knelt in front of me, tugging on the leash, so I fell to my knees in. It took a while to get Dee to stop calling me "Master". Due to her race, the whole thing made me feel uncomfortable. Now, like with Beth, she just does it when she wants to tease me.Things continued for a while as they had. For the last couple of days, Mom and Dad were screwing like bunnies. Since Beth introduced Dad to her "protein shake" (the secret ingredient being her expressed restorative breast milk), he had been wearing out Mom. Dave and Monica had fallen in love. While they had fucked. Our conversation was fun and motivated----we were going to have a great time and I think we even brought a couple fishing poles. Arriving in the parking lot we unloaded our equipment and headed to the opposite end of the lake which was Wetzel’s idea. It was nice, lots of trees, secluded and lots of flat clean bank that we could romp on. Once we got settled in I handed Wetzel a beer and grabbed one myself. “Hey, Wetzel come here a second,” I said, in a tone that was out of character for me and. Well, this weekend wasn’t turning out at all how she planned! If only she hadn’t put off doing that damn funds transfer, she would be in her comfy lounge clothes by now, ordering some dinner, and settling in for a peaceful night. Now here she was, in her pencil skirt and knee-high boots; clothes that suited the office fine, but felt stifling as soon as she was on her own time. What the hell did Tom plan to do? What, or more importantly, how, was he going to “demonstrate” to his client? .