Hot and heavy.

The waitresses offer no comment as they help you up and into a small private toilet. You're weak in their grip and reliant on them to walk straight. Even when you're in the toilet you simply lean back against the cool tiles and let them take care of you, your body obeying their prompts as they wipe up some of your sweat, clean up your make up and rebutton your clothes. The first word they give you is to gargle as one of them offers you some mouth wash, you don't even think to spit it out again until one of them tells you. You don't really come to your senses at all actually until one of them leans in and kisses you, her tongue diving into your mouth and searching it thoroughly before pulling away.

"Wh...why?" you gasp.

"Seeing how you taste," the waitress explains in a soothing tone, helping you stand forward and making sure you have your balance back. "Don't want your mouth tasting of cum, but can't have kissing you be like making out with toothpaste."

You don't know what other people would take away from that, but you can't help but think now of Mr Williams kissing you and you blush a surprising amount for someone who was just sucking his cock moments ago.

There is little time for reflection though as you are soon ushered back out into the private room where Mr Williams is waiting for you. You freeze as he approaches you, your breath catching in your throat and you flinch a little as he reaches out to take your hand.

"Why kiddo, you look like you're afraid of me," Mr Williams smiles down at you, almost as if you were a little girl again.

"I...I think I might be...just a little..." you confess, almost embarrassed by it. Yet you don't resist as he pulls you into an embrace, one large hand trailing down your back to stroke at your tight ass through your skirt. You shudder and coo as he does. "I think I like it..." you admit, flattening yourself against him and enjoying the quivering of your heart and the feel of Mr Williams erection straining against his trousers.

"Let's get you back Kiddo," Mr Williams grins, taking your arm and leading you through the restaurant and back to the waiting car.

The ride back is very different from the ride out. You don't chat this time, there is no talk about childhood visits or his daughter. As soon as you're seated he raises the barrier between passenger and driver and pulls you into his lap.

"My...my seatbelt..." you begin to protest but he stops you with a kiss and you melt, his hands roaming your body, exploring every soft curve and toned limb. You don't forget completely about your safety, you make token efforts to protest and pull away but you have no real resistance to offer as Mr Williams aggressively makes out with you.

All too soon though you begin to pull up towards your Daddy's office and Mr Williams is easing you off of his lap.

"One last thing Kiddo," Mr Williams grins at you, sliding a hand up your thigh and under your tiny skirt. "Give me your panties."

You don't protest, you don't question. Carefully you slide the red thong down your legs and around your heels, offering the tiny garment to Mr Williams who takes it and tucks it into his pocket, giving you one last kiss before you go.

"Good girl."