I was not sure if Missy could stop herself either. Thoughs of her sweet tight pussy was all I could think of. Missy was in her room wait for the s...unds of her Daddy go to his room that evening. She couldn't wait to sneak down the hall. If her Daddy loved the sex that afternoon, he surely would be stroking his cock tonight. Did he want to fuck her as bad as she wanted his cock inside her? Would he let her play with his cock again? She could hear the sounds of her dripping pussy as. Next we go to the copier and run you through some poses with your shirt on and off along with your skirt up and down. Making copies of your tits, and you sitting on the glass to make copies of your ass and pussy as well. Then it is back to your desk, you sitting in your chair for tonight’s finale. You sit at your desk, lean back in your chair, and your heels on the edge of your desk and your legs spread so they are touching the arms of your chair. Your skirt is rolled up around your waist and. Craig pulled my skirt a little bit further up so he could see my stocking tops and knickers. He deftly pulled my knickers to one side and pressed his thumb against my long labia then ran it along my bald slit making me sigh; then he easily slid a finger inside my pussy on a public bus."You're fucking soaking!" He looked mesmerised as he twisted it until it was all inside my hole and his thumb was pressed against my clit. The motion of the bus and thrill of being fingered in public quickly had. “Right, then relax and let me do it,” I said. “Why don’t you and your computer find us a place for dinner.”The restaurant she found was all chrome and glass. It was filled with over priced food and linen table cloths. In other words an over priced liberals dream place to be seen inside. It, no doubt, made a great face book shot.When we finished dinner, I checked my phone and found a ‘you have mail message’. The email was a package of information, so I waited till I got back to the motel to.