I was well on my way up the corporate ladder with blood in my eye and a fire under my ass. I wanted it all and as soon as possible because I wanted to... spend my money, not my kids. I mean why work your ass off to pass your money onto your kids so that they can just piss it away.We both loved old country music especially Charley Pride but some Conway Twitty never hurt anybody either. I mean we were both black but we both loved the old stuff.Our relationship was slow and hesitant at first as we. “The waitress really frightened me. What if I had blurted out that I loved my daddy before her?”“Yeah,” Daddy said, his cock throbbing in my hand. “I was just playing it safe, realizing that I was in a public restaurant with my underage daughter. If someone realized that ... So we just made small talk. About school and stuff.”Mommy nodded, rubbing the wand massager’s tip into my pussy in circles, brushing my clit. My body trembled with the pleasure surging through me. I whimpered, my hand. I had already bought some black fishnet stockings so I thought I’d try on the whole outfit together. I slipped on the suspender belt, pulled the stockings up my slim thighs and fastened the clips from the belt to the top of the fishnets. As I did this my clit started to tingle, I always felt horny when I put on suspenders and stockings. Next I went to put on the corset but I was struggling to tighten the ribbon on it so I gave my friend a shout to come in and help me. I opened the. But then I started getting flirty with her, every time she went to the break room, I'd drink coffee with her, got a bit touchy with her, light strokes to her arm, light caresses to her hand sometimes, making innuendos from time to time among other things.I could tell she liked it, a 23 year old, with an athletic body, with a successful career ahead of him, giving her the attention she needs. And that's when she started feeling guilty. Guilty for flirting with me, while she had a husband at home.