You’d be assisting me and my staff. I would like to ask you some probing questions, if you don’t mind.”“Not at all”, you say. You feel war..., all over, as if you are coming in heat.“Do you mind doing things out of the ordinary to help me achieve my goals?“No, of course not. The ad said that the assistant duties would include after hours work, and thinking outside the box, so I knew there would be obligations that would be required that might not be so in another job. I have no problem. They swayed. They weren't as perky as they were when I was Mercedes's age, but they were still lovely.He stared up at them and groaned around my clit. He sucked so hard. His fingers jammed deep into my cunt. The pleasure rippled through my body. I groped my tits. I massaged them. Squeezed them. The pleasure surged towards my explosive release.My hair danced around my shoulders. I couldn't take much more. My cunt clenched down tight around his digits. I drank in the incestuous friction. It was. Influence. Bad.” Petra giggled as she wrapped Anna’s legs around Charlie’s waist. “You love me.” “This I do not deny.” Petra hopped up on the counter next to Anna and spread her legs slowly, beckoning with a crook of her finger to her father. “C’mere, you.” Anna had thought that sudden flash of sensation earlier was weird, but this was ridiculous. She had an intense rush of pleasure, along with a feeling of being stretched full and deep. She came immediately and moaned loudly, squeezing. She moved close into me pressing her body close to me and I could feel her nipples pressing through her thin dress on to my chest. She was a fantastically good dancer, and very light on her feet. I am at best an average dancer but she made me look and feel good. After a while I noticed that other people had stopped dancing and were stood watching us. As the music stopped there was a round of applause.I looked down at her and said politely "Thank you that was great — can I buy you a drink." Yes.