I have dinner with the family.

You're chatting with Robert, his daughters and their families at a massive table under a back porch and having a wonderful time. Of course you glare at Elizabeth, who told you that lie about dressing "semi-formal", but at least she has the grace to look sheepish about it.

The wine is expensive, the grilled steaks are delicious, and the night view of Lake Tahoe with the moonlight glinting of the gently rippling water is gorgeous.

You grin at Robert and he smiles warmly back at you, and when you turn back to your conversation with Catherine, you feel fingers on your inner thighs!

This must be what the daughters warned you about!

The fingers stroke gently over your inner thighs. You marvel at what smooth fingers Robert has. You had thought that his hands might be more calloused.

You feel the fingers playing with something around the hem line of your skirt, and you're just about to say something when Catherine appears behind you with a bottle of wine. Filling your glass (and Robert's), she places a hand on your back.

"Daddy," she says. "Why don't you tell the story of how you started your company?"

"Oh," Robert says, "nobody wants to hear that old thing."

"No, we do!" says Catherine, her hand gently placed at the back of your neck.

"Yes, Dad, please tell us. I'm sure Jennifer would love to hear it!" Jane says.

The fingers between your legs become more insistent. You spread your legs to accommodate them, sighing in pleasure. You are so pleased that Robert is engaged in some under-the-table action, he must really want you!

"What do you say, Jennifer?" Robert asks, grasping your hand. The simple act of hand-holding is electric, his big warm hand holding yours. "Do you want to hear a dumb old yarn about how I started the company?"

"Of course I do!" you say, enthusiastically. Of course, you remember from before, how you can't interrupt his story! You vow, right then, to maintain your composure, no matter what.

"Well okay," Robert says, bringing your hand up to his lips and giving it a romantic kiss.

"WAIT," you think, horrified. "If I'm holding Robert's hand, THEN WHOSE FINGERS ARE THOSE BETWEEN MY LEGS??"

But before you can object, Robert launches into his story. He describes how he and his partner with this new idea for a computer system, went looking for the cheapest possible office space in the red-light district of LA. Meanwhile, the fingers get more bold, travel up your leg and touch your panties covering your crotch.

You are just about reach down and brush them away, when you feel a tug at the back of your neck.

You twist to see what she's doing, but then immediately realize: CATHERINE HAS UNTIED MY HALTER DRESS!

Oh shit, oh shit! If it's untied, then there's nothing preventing it from slipping down your front and completely exposing your boobs in the bra!

You free hand leaps up and you desperately grab the top of your halter dress, holding it in place.

Robert looks over at you, curious, but you just smile back. 'I can not interrupt his story,' you think, frantically, to yourself. 'I must remain composed and engaged!'

"Are you saying," you chime in, "that the cost of your phone bill was less than your rent?"

"Yes!" Robert says. "Can you believe it?"

As the story continues, the fingers between your legs become more insistent. You try and close your legs, but whoever is underneath the table has wedged their body between them. Your legs are **** apart!

You look desperately around the table. The daughters all look back, grinning wickedly. The husbands are generally clueless and looking bored, no doubt they've all heard Robert's story before.

Wait, you realize. There's a daughter missing. It's Kaitlin, the youngest! She must be the one under the table with her fingers...

... ohhh...

You eyes go wide as saucers. She has a finger on your crotch and is rubbing it up and down.

Oh no...

Robert continues with his story, delighted that you seem to be reacting to it with such interest!

Damn those daughters!

You try and squirm around, to block Kaitlin's fingers, but nothing works. Your squirming just makes it easier for her to **** your legs apart, exposing more of your (brand new!) pussy to her questing fingers.

Uh-oh... Robert is looking at you. He's asked a question. Immediately, you rewind his story in your head.

"So you're saying, you found the customer in the local strip club? He'd gotten the address wrong??" You giggle appropriately at Robert's (actually, pretty interesting) company origin story.

"Yes! It was hysterical! Thank goodness I had my briefcase with me, because he did not want to leave. We negotiated and concluded the agreement in the strip club itself! And then he stood up said, 'we need someone to witness our contract,' which we didn't really, but all of the strippers volunteered, and so they all witnessed the contract, and I have it now framed on the wall in my office, the only contract in history witnessed by the 7 strippers and 2 bartenders from the Pussycat gentlemen's club of LA!"

"How hysterical!" you say, grinning, as Robert continues his story.

'Haha, ladies!' you think to yourself, looking at them across the table, defiantly. 'I'll just deny you the pleasure of any sort of reaction! I will be cool as a cucumber, listening to Robert's story, and I will handle this with grace and elegance and they'll see that I can take anything they dish out!'

Just then you feel something hard and round pressing into your crotch. And then there's a very soft *click* AND IT STARTS BUZZING.

"EEP!" you squeak, out loud.

"That's exactly what I said," Robert laughed, turning to you. "When I saw the stripper we hired as our receptionist giving a lap-dance to the CEO of the business software firm, right in our own conference room. I thought, EEP! It's all over now! But fortunately..."

As Robert continued with the story, he is still holding on to your hand and your other hand is still holding up your halter dress so that it doesn't slip down. This leaves no hands left over to push away the increasingly insistent vibrating knob which is pressing into your panty-covered pussy. Your eyes dilate and your feel your nipples tingle as you almost lose your mind.

'Don't give in to the pleasure,' you think, desperately to yourself, looking over to Robert, smiling and trying to look engaged and interested . 'Don't give in!!'

Just then, the vibrations increase and knob is pressed directly against your new clit, rocketing you into orbit.

"OH MY!" you gasp, eyes wide. The daughters are all looking at you with glittering eyes as they try (mostly successfully) not to laugh.

"I know!" Robert agreed, completely oblivious to what was going on. "It was, by an order of magnitude, our largest contract yet!"

Having found the spot, the hidden tormenter under the table between your legs returns to it, over and over. You try and wiggle around, trying to escape the maddening tip, but there's not much you can do, and the tip seems to find your passion nub every single time.

'I can't last much longer!' you think, desperately to yourself. Your legs are shaking, your scalp is sweating, and you can feel yourself being mercilessly driven right to the edge... Oh! Oh! Oh!!!

"And that's the story of how I started my company," Robert said, spreading his hands with satisfaction.

"BRAVO!" Jane stands up and applauds. All of the daughters and their husbands and some of their older children stand up and applaud. As Robert takes a bow.

Saved at the last minute, you immediately stand up, thinking you can somehow applaud with one hand, or perhaps give Robert a kiss on the cheek or something, but as you do...

With a wrenching sound, YOUR DRESS RIPS COMPLETELY OFF YOUR BODY!

You desperately try to keep it on, but it's glued to the chair and stuck fast! How could this have happened? Did the daughters somehow modify your dress?? But worse, as you're frantically trying to figure out what's going on...

You bra springs open, becoming completely undone!

WHAT THE?? It just came undone all by itself?? How is this possible??

YOU ARE NOW BARE BREASTED, AND DRESSED ONLY IN PANTIES AND HIGH HEELS!!!

"I'm so sorry!" you say, acutely aware of all of the family looking at you. You blush thirty shades of red and quickly turn to leave, bumping right into Robert. You try and side step him, but he does too, and you both move in the same direction a couple of times, AND CAN HE JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY SO I CAN GET OUT OF HERE??

Finally, you race over the flagstones, desperately trying to cover yourself as best you can. You hear someone whistle behind you, and you remember YOU WORE A THONG, SO YOU'RE COMPLETELY EXPOSED 'BACK THERE'.

Can this get any worse???

You race to the door and run right into it, because THE DOOR IS LOCKED.

WHAT THE FUCK??

You turn to face the party, basically naked, breathing hard, in a thong and heels, and they are all looking at you, the daughters triumphant and their husbands and children all staring, eyes wide.

"The door is locked!" you wail. "Can someone, please help me??"

"How did that happen?" Robert asks. He glares back at his daughters, just realizing now that they've pranked you. "Here, I have the key," he says.

But he pulls out this ENORMOUS key chain with about TWO DOZEN keys, and he carefully, slowly, starts to work his way through them, trying to find the right key to the back door, as you stand there, naked, fidgeting, while everyone is watching you, and it seems like it TAKES FOREVER, and you stare at the ground, more embarrassed than you have EVER BEEN IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE.

"Finally!" Robert says, opening the door. You race inside, through the kitchen, where two of the caterers are prepping for desert. They stare at you, this topless woman with the bare bottom as you dart past them into the next room...

... which is a dining room where all of the children and young adults are eating!

And it looks like they just finished because they're all standing up and blocking your way, and here you are, trying to hide your boobs with your hand as you dance left and right, trying to slip through, but they just stand there stupidly, wondering WHAT THE HELL IS THIS NAKED WOMAN DOING IN OUR DINING ROOM??

"Everyone clear the way!" Robert says, and finally getting the message, they make a path, letting you slip through between their bodies and Robert follows you and you can finally run across the living room, down two long corridors until you get to the master bedroom.

"I am so sorry," Robert says, closing the door behind you. You sit down on the bed, tears streaming down your face.

"I have never been so embarrassed and humiliated in my life!" you say, tears springing to your eyes, as the scenes of the recent naked flight through the crowds of people play through your head, causing you to blush, furiously.

"I am so sorry, I will speak to my daughters," Robert says, lifting you up, you're still topless with just a thong on. He puts his arms around you, enclosing your mostly naked body with his in a big hug.

And then you feel it.

HE IS ROCK HARD.

Something about how he's holding you, you can feel his sexual energy: He is horny! But not just average horny, but like epically, about to burst, rock-hard will screw anything that moves horny!

Instinctively, you reach down to feel his COCK, and Robert immediately takes the hint (or just assumes), and quickly strips off his pants. As he does, you fetch the lube from your nightstand and quickly squirt some on your hands then give him a few strokes on his achingly eager member and in almost an instant you are on your back and Robert has pulled aside your thong and is plunging into you, groaning at the top of his lungs.

Just like that, he has taken your virginity! And oh... it is glorious. To be penetrated by a man, to be on your back with your pretty legs spread as he takes you, claiming you as his own.

You grasp him to you, as horny and **** as he is.

And later, after Robert has fucked you TWICE and is now still embedded in your pussy, still hard, this time with you on top, as you two gently kiss with intertwined tongues, you think, smugly, to yourself:

If the daughters thought this would break us up, then they were clearly mistaken!