With a kiss to my forehead, he led me upstairs and into the bedroom. I watched as he removed his jacket, tie, and shirt, leaving him in his undershirt...and pants. I scrambled to kneel at his feet. "Daddy, may I?" I looked up at him, so eager to service him after a long day at work. His gentle smile made me shiver. "You may, sweet girl." I slipped the button on his pants through its hole and lowered his zipper. Underneath I could see the outline of him, big and hard in his black boxer briefs.. And how much hehad enjoyed it all. He stared at his tablet, trying to think aboutmoney, getting off this station and back to Miami... trying not tothink about what he looked like, and what he was wearing, and thesatisfied feeling throughout his pussy, and how big his breasts were,and how good it felt when Connie massaged them and pinched theirnipples..."God dammit!" he said, banging the back of his head against the rearwall of the elevator car. He began lecturing himself under his breath."Stop. "Okay, I got that as a rain check."I go to my closet and find what I am going to wear. I pick out the pinstripe business suit. I find a pair of black pantyhose and my heels. As I am putting on the pantyhose on, Nick walks back into the room. "Oh I love to watch you put them on, but love watching you take them off even more." He says. "You are such a pervert." I laugh. He blushes. I finish dressing and we grab coffee and head out the door. I see the cat just before I close the door. "Do the. Sandra was well known among the exclusive stores which line Rodeo Drive. This is what Sandra was thinking as she looked through a brochure for cosmetic surgery. She was proud of her large breasts, but they might be in need of some help. She hadn't been able to keep up her regime of exercise and her stomach was bigger than she liked. Her hips had begun to spread, making her dresses tight. In fact her big ass had become something of a topic of conversation around the office. She was considering.