I traced one fingertip up your inner thigh, and your legs fell open before it. Onwards, upwards, tugging the hem of your dress away before finally res...ing my finger on your mound. The soft satin of your panties did nothing to hide your arousal, they were warm and damp and I could trace the outline of your lips through the sheer material. Pressing harder with my finger, I could feel the hard bud of your clit through them, and I began to rub. The friction of my finger, coupled with the minute. ”“Okay. I’ll try to stop worrying. I’ll see you later.”“We’ll be waiting,” Alice said before abruptly hanging up the phone.June hung up the phone and went back to her desk. Having nothing to do, she reread the list that Alice wanted from her. As an afterthought, she decided that she would add the item about having to wear nipple clamps while having sex with several people while others were watching. She read through the edited list, folded it in half, and put it aside. She would give it to. It was delivered through a mail slot every day and Swathi would usually find it, and take it to the conference room for anyone to read who wanted to. As we weaved through the hallway arches to the conference room, I heard noise in the conference room. The soft carpet muffled my approaching steps and as I rounded the copier area and turned towards the open conference room door, I saw the incredible sight of Swathi bent over trying to get a hold of a heavy full box of invoices. The skirt she was. Indeed, my daughter and I had been hugging and she had been cuddling with me even more that had been happening when my wife was still at home. If I'm to be honest here, I'll have to admit that I had even been secretly copping feels of my daughter long before my wife split ... And yes, Sandy was aware and even complicit, even though neither of us had ever verbally acknowledged to one another what I was doing.With the alcohol still in my system and my head still muddled in confusion, I finally.