There was a lady working there named Betty who was about 45 years old and was an office manager. She was brunette, about 5 ft 2 inches, a little chubb...y, but very cute. She always wore business suits or dresses with pantyhose and sensible heels (like 1 or 2 inches high). I must admit I found her attractive and I enjoyed looking at her very shapely nyloned legs every day. Her office was near to mine and we used to talk at lunch and sometimes after work. We got to know each other after several. I was Brenda, the middle aged slut and Michael was my conquest - and it felt right. It felt absolutely right! We writhed and moved against each other and his cock was like a bar against me. I could feel its wet sticky touch against my thigh as I lay on top of him and kissed, feeling his hands caress my bum gently. Outside I could hear the world go about its business - inside, I was having sex as Brenda!I went down between his thighs, which he spread apart for me. My lipsticked mouth circled his. "No honey stay there, it's ok. You are my daughter. It's only natural that you would be curious. You are becoming a woman, so I guess it is time we had a talk about sex and biology. There is nothing to be ashamed about. Go ahead touch it, he won't bite you, He laughed as he placed my hand on his dick.I was curious, and did not know any better so I let him do it. It felt so hard and hot and my fingers could not quite meet as I wrapped them around daddy's cock.Daddy sighed and it seemed like his. He watched Elaine's bottom mincing in the tight dress as her long elegant legs perched on stilettos strutted before him. Oh how he hoped he would be allowed to worship that arse.He was taken into a lounge with large and comfortable black leather seating. The women stood in a circle around him as Elaine picked a wicked looking flexible cane from a chair and cut the air with it; he flinched and the women laughed at his obvious vulnerability. She pointed the cane to a padded mat in the middle of.