“Sex workers Daddy, sex workers,” I replied

“That doesn’t answer the question,” he said flabbergasted.

I exaggerated a sigh while turning to face him, my leg dragging at the blanket. It slid off his cock, but he seemed too preoccupied to notice. “Yes Daddy, I know some sex workers, I even bought an evening with one for Mark for his birthday last year.”

He shook his head, “You bought a hooker for your boyfriend for his birthday?”

“No Daddy, I bought an evening with a sex worker for Mark to watch us or his birthday last year.”

His jaw dropped open and a moment later he seemed to notice his cock hanging out, he reached for the blanket. “Oh forget it,” I said, “I’ve seen it now,” and casually turned back to the tv.

He hesitated but returned his eyes to the screen, “Looking at that thing, you could be in porn if you wanted,” I joked. He wasn’t stroking his cock any more but he wasn’t putting it away. I slid a hand back between my legs. “So you will let me know if you want me to line you up with a sex worker to fulfil your housemaid fetish won’t you?”

He gagged on his drink, after a moment he said, “Yeah I’m sure your mother would agree to that.”

As he said that we heard the daughter on the TV say, “Oh Daddy I love your cock.” I saw his cock throb out the corner of my eye, “Now I know just what to get you for father’s day.”

My father cleared his throat, “Again, I think we should change the video.”

I laughed, “Do you want a maid video? Or a black gangbang on someone that looks like me?”

He shook his head again, “Maybe we should stop watching porn.”

“Well, we can, after this one,” I told him leaving the video play as the father was asking his daughter if she was on the pill.

Dad put his glass down and leant over to reach past me for the phone, As I tried to wriggle away his hand caught my top, pulling more buttons open and leaving one tit to hang out. I laughed and put my glass down so I could keep the phone away from Dad. He grabbed for it again and I fell sideways away from him, rolling onto my back to push him away with my legs. I realised he was drunk and not realising how close things were.

His third reach across me, now that I was lying on my back meant he was on top of me. He hadn’t noticed that I was not wearing panties under the Jeans I had taken off. He managed to reach my phone just as my foot ‘slipped’ off his side and he fell on top of me with an oof.