I think she was getting wise to it; it was an almost-every-morning event. I didn't care.In the break room, we'd make small talk. Say our 'Hello' or 'G...od morning' and usually move on with our days. Sometimes we'd share little pieces of our lives. I often didn't see her the rest of the day. We were usually the first two into the office. She was recently divorced, and got her youngest child onto the school bus. Getting in early also let her go home early and in time for the return of the bus. I. He leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Why don’t you slip into the restroom and take your panties off. I’ll get you off, too.”“What makes you think I’m wearing panties?” Hailey asked, lifting her eyebrows.“Seriously?” Phil asked.“I took them off in the lounge,” Hailey admitted. “I just wanted to be prepared in case there was a shot to get frisky. I figured that this flight would be empty after the delay.”“Swap me places,” Phil whispered.“You can’t go down on me,” Hailey whispered back. “It’s. Whenever I call you, you will come and do as I wish, now suck my titties whore," I felt myself get very wet telling her what to do as my dad watched. I stepped around to the side of the table as her hands continued to hold my breasts and her mouth went to my breasts. Her height was perfect; her mouth was directly inline with my tits."I think I'll drop your pants Mandy and give my dad a nice view of your little ass cheeks, he loves seeing ass," pulling her belt open, unzipping her jeans, I. But we had sex twice a week,every week. Missionary sex if she was sober,and maybe doggy style if she was drunk.And she wasn't a big drinker. Her idea of being naughty was leaving the light on.So we shagged tuesdays after her yoga class ( I suspected her personal trainer was a bit touchy feely,and put her in a horny mood),and Saturday night.So once a week I made a call to an agency and met a stranger for sex.Sex for money. And it was great at first.I had red heads, Orientals, blacks, everything.