She barely breathed as she let her fingers swim in the water around the base of his fat, wide prick. She stroked the base just a little bit harder, an... began to move her hand up and down the length of it, trying to get it hard. It began to shudder in her hands, and lift itself up out of the water. Again she glanced at Daddy's face, trying to see if he was still sleeping. He breathed a little deeper and harder, but he still seemed to be asleep. She swapped hands. With her other hand Penny. My skirt was a figure hugging satin and I topped it off with a lavender silk blouse and 5" black heels that you see in many of my photo sets.During the day, I noticed that you could see the bump of my garters through my tight skirt. It gave me a grin when I noticed but I didn't see anyone in my meetings giving me a second look.My last meeting ended a little ahead of schedule so I headed to the bar to wait for my husband. I ordered a glass of Pinot Noir and began to relax a little after the busy. I had a problem with pretty women and stopping my eyes from staring; the Asian cast to her eyes fascinated me enough that I made a minute study of the rest of her facial features."Are you looking for something for your wife?" she asked fidgeting as I continued to stare at her."I'm sorry," I said shaking my head to break contact with her not-so-plain brown eyes. "I'm not married." A girlfriend?" she asked."On the reserve list," I replied without thinking"Excuse me?" she asked with her expressive. " Jim finally got their attention.Cindy exploded with joy. "Oh my God! Is this for me, Master? Is it real? It's beautiful! It's mine?"To tease her a bit, Jim answered her rhetorical questions in the order she ask them. "Yes! Yes! Yes, it is. And Yes!"Cindy looked at him with a quizzical expression. "Huh?"Jim repeated his answers with just a bit more information. "Yes, Cindy my pet, it's yours. Yes, it's real. Yes, it is beautiful, just like you. Yes, it really is yours."Trina, with tears.