I kneeled up again, leaning back on my heels, sighing and watching his eyes. "I don't want you to be 'my daughter'," he said. "You can be my 'baby' or... my 'baby girl', or something similar, but I don't think I can do this, thinking about you as my actual daughter." "I don't want to be your daughter. I want to be your baby girl, your innocent, nasty little plaything, Daddy. It makes my vagina all hot and wet, see?" The skin on my scalp prickled as I pulled down the front of my shorts. "See,. I couldn't believe it. After years of jerking off to the thought of fucking Sonya all through college, I was actually going over to her house for drinks. I remembered those days. I used to sit and watch her at cheerleading practice just so I could 'conveniently' offer her a ride home afterwards. She had acted quite flirty towards me but she had always been dating some asshole boyfriend so I never even got the chance to make a move. Not that I would have anyways. As I mentioned before, she had. "Roger drew in a deep breath and rested his finger on his lower lip. "If I wanted to get nasty about it, I could do just that. Welfare fraud is becoming one of the most common crimes in this city, and the taxpayers are goddamned sick of it... especially since all these young people are coming out here to the West coast without jobs and sucking up all the welfare so the people who really need it go hungry. Papers are full of cases."Chris wriggled uncomfortably on the sofa, fearing the worst. One. You are not going to be spending all of your time in meetings. You have got to have some fun while you're there."I guessed Brent was right so I put my business suits back in my closet and packed casual clothes and my swimsuit.SATURDAY NIGHTOn the Saturday evening before I was to leave Brent gave me a package, which contained a lacy black bra and panty set with a matching pair of black thigh high stockings. Brent said, I am taking you out to dinner and I want you to wear these.I knew what that.