Dad’s celebration

I kissed a few of the office girls and fondled their breasts as well as feeling up their skirts too, but I had arrangements to check up on and Sophie was kind enough to be my personal PA for the afternoon and she promised me that she’d let me in on a few secrets my Father had.

I made my way with Sophie down to the underground car park and we fondled each other as we made our way down in the private lift. Her dress was left on the floor of the lift as the doors opened in the car park and the Silver sports car was waiting for us with a driver already in it. I assured Cindy, the female driver that my Father would not be too long, but was busy with a few of the office girls.

As she handed me the paperwork to sign she removed her black dress-suit jacket and slipped her skirt off too and stood in her underwear. As I handed the paperwork back to her I handed her the pink hand-made tie from London that Chantelle had bought Dad for part of his present that day. Cindy then unclipped her black satin bra and unclipped and rolled down her black stockings and suspenders, she then placed her items in a small black leather bag that fitted neatly into the storage compartment of the sports car.