Tracey insisted on driving. So I found myself in the"wife" seat.It was time to meet my new colleagues. It turned out that Tracey's barwas more of a ...club as I was expected to be both a barmaid and a waitress.Tracey explained that she was an equal opportunities employer and whilstmost of the kitchen staff were women they were not expected to dress likethem but the bar staff were all, with the exception of Tracey, expectedto dress as French Maids.In my first week front of house I was teamed up. I stopped after she tried to tickle me back. I hate being tickled!"I knew that would set you off" she said, smiling. She wrapped her arms around my waist."'Because you're not old, are you Daddy?" I'm not ancient, honey but you aren't bringing any men home my age, I'm telling you that now" She shrugged, grinning. "I don't want to, either, I've got you, haven't I?" she squeezed me."I just wondered why you don't want a boyfriend, that's all" Maybe having one man around is enough for me, Dad" I. .LA, la, la..." I threw a vase at him. Bad move, as it was one of mymother's good vases. It shattered harmlessly against the wall. "Temper, temper, Susan. Remember, that's how you got intothis fix in the first place. La, la, la..." I was even further irritated to learn that nothing in myspellbooks told me how to get rid of a ghost. So I called anold friend, Madam Zonga. "A ghost, you say? You used a reality-altering spell,didn't you, dearie?" "Yes," I said. "Now, how do I get rid of it?" She. She was wearing sexy brown high heeled sandals, and I kept glancing at her feet. During the conversation she said "Oh you like my feet don't you?" I asked her why she thought that and she said she noticed I kept looking at them. So as we talked I started to massage them a little though the spaces of her arches of her sandals. While I did this she smiled and wiggled her toes while in her sandals. My cock began to get hard from this while in my jeans which were just under her ankles. She said.