Peter had been handling most things – very well, but it seemed that some of the staff had wanted to only deal with the boss.It was a tiresome lot, b...t Marcus knew that if he did not deal with these things then they would just fester.He had several abrupt meetings during the course of that morning, and he left his staff in no doubt that these trivial problems and disagreements would not be tolerated.His temper was frayed by lunch time, and having sent Peter of for his dinner, he was sitting. I moved to my bedroom and slipped off into nighty. I walked into the kitchen to make coffee for both of us while my dad relaxed watching TV. I handed him the coffee and sat near him. “What’s the plan for this evening, daddy?” I enquired him with my hands around his neck hugging him close. “Not yet planned, Latha.”“Come on daddy, lets go out somewhere,” I pulled him up. I wore a pink colored salwar and he got dressed up in a stripped shirt. We drove off in his bike and I was quite excited about. While driving I held her hand in my left hand and started rubbing her fingers, palm and everywhere on her right arm. She was also responding to that. We were looking straight ahead without speaking a word and just our hands were moving on each other. My hand then moved to her thigh and started caressing it. I slowly moved my hand up touching her inner thighs to her pussy. She also closed her eyes and opened her legs to this, and my finger started rubbing her pussy over her clothes.She was. But that isn’t what I meant. I need to find somebody to serve before they get here or I’ll be the laughing stock of my friends forever. I only have a few minutes.”I thought it over until it hurt. I couldn’t have my boyfriend humiliated. He’d do anything for me. Then it hit me.I turned to him and massaged his thighs because that always makes him feel better. “Well, duh! I’m a waitress. I could do it but…”“But what?” He said.“Well, I don’t really own any sexy clothes. I only have my everyday.