My amount of time doing my previous tasks decreased, and much of the time I spent running "errands" with the wife. She would give me the husbands key... to the brand new mercedes and i would take her places like the post office, although there were a lot of "quick stops" along the way. The trips usually changed direction after she would pull my cock out of my pants as i was driving and begin to tenderly suck it, at which point i would start to steer the car towards their house, where i would. Despite its insane fame and notoriety, they keep their prices average and meager. It's said that they make enough money from the never-ending list of customers, as well as from generous donations from rich benefactors who happen to be in love with the food, and that they don't wish for it to be an experience merely for the rich to enjoy. A noble ideology, to be sure. It's said the head chef believes that ALL should be able to taste the fine delicacies that emerge from his legendary. My mind was spinning, remembering watching her with her date, I was trying to be disgusted, to be quietly cross at what they guy had done to my little angel. But my cock was thinking differently.We drove towards home, about half way, Sammi turned to me, the split on her skirt rising higher. “Daddy”“What” I said, glancing over, getting a glimpse of her panties.“Daddy” Sammi looked blushed, “How old should a girl be to have?” she didn’t finish her sentence. I waited to give her time to compose. " No, I'm not. I do female impersonations at a trannie lounge on Tuesday nights. It's amateur night Lots of fun!." I didn't think so. I can usually spot it. Because I am."I was a little stunned but tried not to let it show. Just what did he have in mind anyway? I was getting very nervous."Oh no!" he laughed, "Don't even worry about it. It's not what you think. I just need someone to stand in for a fictitious woman for a couple of days. Nobody is going to touch you or do anything you don't want..