" She said, "Ohhh, thank you, sir! I want to tell you that - each time you've approached me at work, visions of my dad and me popped into my mind! I f...ound myself embarrassed, and would go to the ladies room. I discovered I was getting wet between my legs!" I stopped her right then and there, as I rarely (but sometimes), indulge with work mates. I asked her again, "We barely know each other. Why are you saying all these things?" She said, "I have to tell you something else! When I went to the. The two of them settled into a devout conversation only looking up occasionally to order a drink. Lady Imanja uncurled from where she sitting and opens up her satchel, looked to the pretty girl and reaching out with her right hand lifted the girls chin up gently* ‘I will keep My word Lelani. Bal wanted you happy and safe.’ Imanja spoke slowly so that the slave would remember every word. Lelani turned to gaze upon the man sitting with Kalanthis her eyes falling to his boots. Leland grinned and. I knew I must the soaking by now. I started to imagine myself riding Dick like a pony. Like a baloney pony, thrusting up and down. I could feel my pussy, no not my pussy. A pussy is a nice pretty small thing. What I had now was a hole, a wet fuck hole waiting to be filled. I could see Dick’s cock though his pants. He planted a wet juicy tongue kiss on me. He slid his hand down my stomach, between my legs and stroked the outside of my thong, rubbing my clit through the fabric. I was surprised. "Is everything okay Dad?" "Sure Honey" he replied with a forced smile of his own "Just a long day at work. Sounds like fun." She ran and hugged him, the innocent, bubbly girl once more, then shot off to the kitchen. He watched her as she left, her long ginger hair bouncing as she rounded the corner, and followed. She wore a loose white shirt and pants, but still he had no trouble making out the shape of her narrow waist and wide hips, and the shape of her round, firm ass above her toned.