Yep. That's where I work," CJ answered, flatly."Well...what do you DO there, Creighton?" I teased."That kinda depends on what month it is. I've had lo...s of titles - Interim CFO, Interim COO, Assistant Director of Personnel.... But usually my titles are a little less formal - The Old Man's Brat Son, Golden Boy, His Majesty," CJ joked."Ohhh! So Daddy owns...Benson...ah. I'm a little slow," I said, embarrassed."Yep. I work for my dad. Mystery solved," CJ replied, smiling. "But it isn't like. He was crushed when he heard that his wife who he loves so much was carrying on with 3 men. I don't know if he'll recover." You set me up. You won't get away with this." She ground her heel further into my back. "You stupid cunt. Don't you realise Therese will never want to see you again unless me and Philip (my husband) persuade her to do so out of kindness. In a few weeks Philip will divorce you and you will have nothing except your slut body." I won't allow him divorce me, never." She. She wore no bra but just a sexy silk thong. She looked classy and sexy. She did not have a date tonight as she wanted to just show her guests what a great hostess she could be.During dinner she sat her "ex" across the talbe from her where he could see how sexy she looked tonight. Every one was relaxed and had drank several cocktails before sitting down to wine with the meal. Her "ex" could not take his eyes off her all night. He kept looking at her tits in the hot pink dress. She hoped he was. “I do,” said Carlton Hanson. I smiled at him, and I got a super sweet smile from my daughter. It was good day; yes, it was.The reception was posh and held at the Waterbury; well, where else.As it happened, I had met the groom just the week before the wedding. We all had dinner in town and then headed to the church for the rehearsal. I’d never been to one before, a wedding rehearsal, but somebody must’ve; everything went like clockwork.At any rate, I liked the young man. And we did talk some and.