Whilst I hadn't dropped anything, I hadn't been giving one hundred percent, what with so many office call with Camilla and the police. I had made as m...any as possible while I was on site calls and late afternoons. But not all. No-one was rattling my cage, mainly because I had put the hours in on the preparation and had my crew well on-side. I had to be seen clock punching.Finally, I had been so busy with all the above and my domestic duties, my social life had been severely curtailed. Golf did. "I know you love to wear that G-string." She said. "So just keep it on slave, and go into the bedroom when you're done drying off."I finished drying, except for the soggy G-string, and went into the bedroom. My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole, garter, nylons and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the pouch,. Mitzy was my daughter, 20 years old and back from college for a vacation, she was quite an athletic girl, so from time to time got muscle soreness, and when she'd complained of that as we'd sat by the pool, I'd offered to give her a massage. I'd done some courses a few years ago and had a proper table and all the aromatherapy oils, but I'd only worked a little on friends and neighbors, so I was a little nervous when she said yes, but she seemed to be enjoying it so far. She was lying face down. When it was over, I lay limp and quivering beneath her as she grinned down at me. "For what it's worth, baby, you are pretty good yourself, good enough that I think I wish I could keep you here for my own use, rather than let you loose in the breeding pens"She took me again to the pool, and then one of her assistants came and took me to the breeding pens. We went into a large building, and as we walked, remembering of course that I was naked I was the subject of a lot of catcalls. My escort.