You're getting a little... old for that.”“Old? Do you think I'm old?” I turned. “I like to think that I'm maturing. Blossoming. But... can I e...ver be too old to sit on your lap, Daddy? I'm your girl.”“My... girl.”“D'oh, I'm a daddy's girl.” I squirmed more, feeling that hard cock against my rump. “I'm so glad to be here, working with you. I want to take care of you. Anything you need, Daddy, and I'll do it. I just want to make sure you're relaxed and able to focus on your important work.”His. "How much of that is involved in the FiberDyne investment?" I asked."Ahh, FiberDyne," Michael ran his hand through his hair again and took a large swallow of iced tea. I suddenly realized my throat was a little dry myself and followed suit. "I will let the fiberDyne people talk to you about what your investment with them means, but for the moment it is treated as an unrealized investment, so it is effectively off our balance sheet and not something you need to declare until such time as. And they were brief. Hip-Hugging, Brief! I liked the way they fit, caressing my family jewels snugly to my body.I will admit that I had a fairly good body for a guy who never worked out and I thanked my family's genetics for that. Not that I ate everything in sight, but my Mother's cooking was healthy and kept me and my Father in good shape.So, when I came downstairs and everyone else was still at the dinner table, I caught all the three new female eyes oogeling me, my Aunt and specially my. They sleep with other women and other men. They break their marriage vows.”“Every woman can be a slut in the bedroom. A wanton woman eager to feel pleasure even if it is only from her husband.”My cheeks warmed. I squirmed my hips. “And you want me ... to be your slut? To ... do wicked things to you?”“And I’ll do wicked things to you.” His hand moved to my hair. He gripped a handful and pulled my mouth closer to his cock. “Lick it. Love it. Give me a blowjob.”“Okay.” I swallowed. “I ... I want.