"What a wanker" I muttered under my breath. It was well known around the office how much I fancied Julie, but I knew that I would never stand a chance...with a girl that hot and that popular.Not really knowing I was doing it, I moved around her desk and pulled her chair from underneath the desk and turned it 90 degrees so that it faced me. I got down on my knees and started to smell Julie's padded seat. I could smell a musty scent from the fabric, along with a slight hint of her perfume. I could. Get on your knees. I ordered. Brandy did it right away. She aimed my piss pipe towards her open mouth and released her grip. She filled her mouth and clamped down and stopped the flow. She swished my piss in her mouth for a minute, like she was at a wine tasting. Mmmmmm. I want it all! She repeated the process till she had drained every last drop of it. She smacked her bottom lip a couple of times with my dick to get the last couple of drops into her mouth. She licked the piss hole dry. my cock. I was pretty sure that my wife had a talk with them about our family wet T-shirt contests. Anyway things got much nicer.When our oldest daughter turned thirteen I liked seeing her in a transparent T-shirt. At fourteen she started wearing white shorts too with colorful panties and I liked that too. At fifteen she stopped wearing the panties and the shorts became the tight seamless kind that girls exercise in. They form fit her maturing pussy like a glove and the material got pretty transparent. ‘Undo your hair.’ You won’t violate me you bastard. Her luxuriant, blonde hair tumbled down past her shoulders. She began to pant. ‘Now, crawl here on all fours bitch.’ This stops right now. Obediently, she crawled towards him. Her pert behind stuck up humiliatingly into the air. ‘Now, repeat after me.’ No. ‘You, Edmund, are my Master.’ What. What!? Panting. ‘You, Edmund, are my Master.’ What, no! ‘I, Miss Davenshaw, am your slave.’ No, please! No! ‘I, Miss Davenshaw, am your slave.’ ‘I will.