As the caterers were leaving the first guest arrived, Valerie showed up at the door wearing a stunning short hair gray fox fur with white vinyl knee b...oots. On her leash beside her was her companion Roy a well built black man with short cropped hair. He was 33, 6-1, 201 lbs and hung like a horse. Valerie was a stunning black woman at 6-2, 185 lbs, sculptured body with a tight round ass and C tits. Roy helped her with her fur then handed it to Richard as he kept his eyes slightly diverted.. .. she indicated to show that she had no objection and the man sat down and smiled at her; 'never seen it so busy in here' he said. His voice was not unattractive; slight trace of a London accent ... quite deep. He looked up suddenly and caught her looking at him; she blushed slightly. 'Shall I move' he asked, 'I'm annoying you by sitting here'. 'Oh don't go' she said. So he didn't. In that curious way that perfect strangers sometimes tell each other all about themselves they started to. I can see her shoes through my legs. There’s a pause, but she doesn’t touch me. I’m on tenterhooks, fearing the unexpected. And then I hear her step back. “Up you get!” I stand up straight again. She gives me a light slap on the bum as she passes me and walks back to her desk, still flashing a toothy smile at me. I wonder if she might be a lesbian. She does look the part. “I’d like you to stay nude, Emma, but please have a seat on the other chair.” Clearly I am going to be getting plenty of. Just as he was showing my mother his love to her as her husband, I wanted him to show his love for me as my father. I wanted to please him in the same way I cold tell that my mother was pleasing him. I wanted to be the best daughter I could possibly be for him, attending to his needs and desires as I knew only I could do. I wasn’t horny for my dad, not that way at all. I wanted to be closer to him, to share myself with him. I wanted the security of his love and respect for me,.