Mason inc. was a big client, he wasn't the only one, and they had responsibilities to them all. Mr. Whitman would be impressed by her dedication, but ...isappointed that the first files might not come in for a couple weeks from Sherri the corporate attorney. He agreed and said if there was anything she needed, please let him know, and please plan on taking vacation starting Thursday.Sherri smiled as he left, Robert was right, as was so often the case, OK, always the case. They weren't going to be. I don't tell my husband but while we are out drop a fork on the floor under the table and ask him to get it for me, while he is under the table I lift my dress and flash him. He reaches under my dress and moves his hand up my warm thigh and slips his finger into my wet pussy. When he comes back up to the table his face is flushed and I can tell that he is excited. During the meal he reaches under my dress to slip a finger in more and more often and I reach under the table and can feel his. I fell to my knees between his legs. His cock as hard as steel. I immediately began to devour his manhood. I attempted to deep throat as much of him as possibles. I sucked and bobbed my head on his rod. I must have been doing something thing right because he moaned and groaned loudly as I worked. He eventually guided me off his cock and he bent me over the bed, with my ass in the air.“Spread em!” he orderedI reached back to my cheeks and complied with his request. He plunged his tongue into my. What if I released her from her orders, would she want to go back to being a normal father and daughter, or really have me dominate her? I wondered if she would still give me blowjobs. And would she be willing to go that last step, to let her own father fuck her. Would she do it if the Blackmailer wasn’t around to push her into it by making it an order? I wanted to do the right thing for my daughter, but I certainly didn’t want to go back to being a lonely loser masturbating at home alone.My.