I froze. I couldn’t look, but I couldn’t not. A girl’s breasts are not for her father’s eyes, but goddam, they were so perfect. It occurred to...me, perversely, that I could simply reach straight in along that line of sight to stroke it and feel it harden beneath my fingertips. I imagined Penny closing her eyes and shivering with unaccustomed pleasure, whispering to me in her little chipmunk voice, telling me, “Daddy, don’t.” and that I’d made her go all tingly.The following week, I was giving. The ladies have to "sing for their supper" durign the weekend, so some of them spend time tending the horses etc. At this point a few of the girls slip away and change into maids uniforms and proceed to serve the drinks. I find that many women secretly want to do this, and have a 'thing' about acting as a Maid. We int he club of course can accomodate this. To be honest it is a perfect end to an afternoon to be served your perfect G&T by a pretty main with a perfect rear.Dinner usually is a. She shrugs, I know my regional accent always reappears in the mornings, she guffaws and covers her cute mouth.Are you drunk, I asked.Why, it’s past 9 am!Yeah, but I’m concerned, I say half jokingly.Come on, it’s the weekend, and I would be concerned too if you didn’t. Now take a drink! Joy extended her hand that held some fruity looking concoction.Like a good kitten (and slave?) I obeyed and pressed my lips to her glass as she tilted it watching me gulp down as much as I could.Good girl, Sarah.. But I didn’t receive any phone call. I felt disappointed and went to hospital to pick my mom at 6pm. She smiled at me as soon as she saw me and I didn’t smile at her. She came near me and said sorry rocky I didn’t find time to call you. I said you might have called me and said I don’t have time rocky. But you have disappointed me with out calling me mom. She waved my hair and again said sorry ra and sat on the bike. On the way she asked me to stop at coffee shop and we went in and ordered for 2.