"OK, what about his boss, would he be able to get the plane?" Sorry sir, Mr. Lowry doesn't 'have' a boss, he is the boss." She laughed as if it was fu...ny."Then why is the company called McDonald Enterprises and not Lowry Enterprises?" I queried her."Oh I think maybe he inherited it," she said hopefully."How long have you worked for McDonald Enterprises?" I asked her."I have been with the company for a little over two months now," she said.I praised her for doing a good job then I asked to speak. I had everything figured out. I had boiled everything down to a simple formula. I could live my life being owned or take my life and be free. Simple huh. So far I have decided that being owned is good enough for me until it isnt any more. How did my marring you screw that up? Our marriage fed the dream, I had everything worked out and my life, while not very pleasant was acceptable. I was ok with being a cunt. My problem is that I need to be used, otherwise I have no value. I could live with. And you are not some boring old teacher, you're hot, and these tattoos. mmmm." I ran my hand over his forearms wanting him badly.He nodded letting his eyes continue to rove over my hot body. "You know, I haven't had an offer like what's in those text messages from some as sexy as you in a long time. How old are you Lucy?" I turned eighteen last week." He moved his hand further up my thigh, playing with the waistband of my thong. Tempting me."Oh, well, we should celebrate. Eighteen is a big. She was only wearing a white top and some jeans, the top had gone see-through by now but luckily she was wearing a bra. Sandra noticed her dad looking at her breasts, because they were small she didn't think anyone wanted to look at them let alone her dad. She put it to the back of her mind and went and changed. When she came back down it was dinner time, so her and her parents went and sat at the table. "Your looking good tonight." said her dad. "Do you like what i'm wearing?" She was wearing.