I chose my jean shorts that hug my sexy, little ass, and a tank top that was a little too small but outlined my perky breasts nicely. Daddy whistled h...s approval of my outfit making me feel even sexier than I felt. "Are you still gonna be a good slut, and do whatever I want," Daddy asked once we were on the road again. "Yes Daddy I will be a very good slut, and do whatever you want," I purred in his ear as I began to free his half-hard cock from his pants. "This is gonna be such a great. As she held the phone with one hand and talked business, Kelly caressed her ass with the other. I was sitting so close I could start to smell her womanly scent. Daring to go a step further, I reached out and cupped her other cheek. "Can you hold on a moment, please," Kelly said to the caller. Damn, I crossed the line, I thought. End of the show. I was wrong. Kelly covered the phone with her hand and whispered to me, "Both hands," then continued with her call. I must be dreaming, I thought to. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off revealing her beautiful chest.She came close and undid my belt and pants, “tell me what you want?” she purred at me, one hand sliding down my abdomen. “You,” I said voice shaking, "I’ve never wanted someone so bad in my entire life. All of you.”She smirked, and pushed her soft hand onto my already semi-hard shaft. “Sit,” she hissed.I went and quickly sat in my chair, pants sagging past my ass. I watched her pull her hair back into a hair tie and smirk. Can I ask, are things maybe a little better between us?” she said.“I guess,” I said.“Julian?” said Blake. “You seem a little off...”“Okay?” I said. I suppose he meant that I wasn’t being overly enthusiastic about being around them, but I wasn’t sure.“Well, I mean you’ll likely want to spend some time with your daughter, right?” he said.Don’t argue, don’t argue, don’t argue I kept repeating to myself in my mind.“Whatever is good for you,” I said, “and her.” He was nodding, but he still clearly.