He rises from his office chair, and continues his eyes locked on her. He unbuttons the pinnacle two buttons of his dress shirt and then pulls it from his slacks.
"Oh shit," she whispered, and then cringed, hoping he didn't hear her curse.
She watch...
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I do end up spending most of the night in Faisal's lap.
He gives me little kisses and rewards me with touches all night.
It makes everyone else melt away, like it's only him and me in the room.
As I start to became too bore for listening them talk, I feel Daddy's hand slides down my thigh to my dress beneath the table.
I look at him sharply in hope that it would deter him from what I know he is about to do. He only gives me a sly smile.
I squeeze my thighs tightly together in an attempt to keep him from going any further.
I feel his fingers slip under the end of my dress, and slides up towards my bare pussy.
I sigh in resignation and give up fighting the feeling of arousal that has been stewing in my lower abdomen since my uncountable cum sessions with him earlier.
Cautiously, I allow my legs to part, giving Daddy full access to my secret garden.
I sit on his lap relaxing, attempting to look like I am paying attention to the people's talk, who was droning on about the last football match.
I feel Daddy's hand reach my bare shaved pussy, holding it so that his thumb was at my entrance, and the rest of his fingers resting on my right thigh.
Slowly, I feel his warm thumb enters me.
Instinctively, I lean back and close my eyes before remembering that I am at the dinner table.
My brother pauses his talk and looks at me in concern.
