Generally we were both busy on the weekends, her with her clown gig and me with whatever weekend event that the ad agency came up with me to shoot pic...ures of. It was not the type of job that you show up for and do your thing for eight hours and leave it at the door on your way out of the office. While my schedule was theoretically freer than a nine to fiver's, it actually worked out that I was doing a lot more than forty hours a week. But as it wasn't a 'you have to work overtime' scene, and. He ushered me into their hallway. I could see that he was really nervous but so was I. He said "Hira waits for you in the back room". I didn’t have any idea what to expect and was tense in anticipation of being jumped. For all I knew it could have been a group of his friends and relatives armed with cudgels and knives waiting for me, but at least I now had a name that I could put to her image when we dream fuck... Hira... I looked through the open doorway my jaw dropped.I’d had a permanent hard. I was wondering if the same mama-san was working and if the same babe that took care of me so well were still there. Ringing the bell a very nice, petite Korean lady asked me inside. Not the mama-san from before. We talked for a minute or two and decided I wanted the hour massage. They no longer had a spa setting and she was he only person there. Taking me by the hand she led me to a small room with a table, a chair and a dresser to put things on. She told me to get ready and left. I stripped. I watched, mesmerised, as my beautiful daughter deftly undid the button holding her skirt up, and let it fall to the floor, revealing a pair of virginal white panties, so tight that I could see the tempting bulge of her vulva. A hot rush of excitement and shame ran through my body, and my cock twitched, hardening further. My arousal was undeniable, and the quiet voice of reason which reminded that this vision of nubile loveliness was not only fourteen years of age but my only daughter, seemed.