A good girl.

Mr Williams surely won't see you that way. You can have a nice lunch with him and still make him feel good about the company. After all he was always so nice to you growing up.

As the car pulls up outside town hall you go to get out but the Mayor is already walking towards you. Moving over, you give him room and greet him as he settles next to you. As you drive to the restaurant you chat about various things. His daughter, your childhood visits, your family. You find yourself relaxing. Mr Williams just thinks of you as one of his daughter’s friends. You can just be yourself. As you walk into the swanky restaurant you are mildly surprised to be ushered by the owner into a private dining room.

As you sit and chat about current events the sommelier arrives and fills both your glasses. The wine quickly goes to your head and you start to feel a bit vague. At the same time the room is starting to feel hot and you feel your face grow red.

Mr Williams notices you discomfort and smiles in a fatherly way. “You're looking a bit hot there Kiddo. Why don't you undo your top button. You will feel better then.”

Despite a voice warning you in the back of your head, you obediently reach up and undo the top button. Your streaming breasts burst free from their confinement and into view for Mr Williams to enjoy. You feel your face get hot and reach up to try and cover them but they just pop right out again. You try to explain but Mr Williams doesn't seem to be upset. “Just let them sit sweety.” Mr Williams reassures. “You want to be comfortable right?”

You nod your head dumbly. You are so confused by that wine. Maybe you should not have any more. The trouble is your wine glass is always full. You aren't even sure how much you've had.

After dessert you sit back, completely unselfconscious as the wait staff clear the table, all of them able to view your boobs on display.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know that this is not right. You should be embarrassed but instead you feel strangely liberated to be exposed like this.

Mr Williams sits back and stifles a belch before looking fondly over at you. “Well that was an excellent meal. I think a nice blow job might make for a perfect time.” And gesturing to you he continues “Would you help me out with that?”

You are bit shocked at the casual way Mr Williams asks. You are trying to act professionally but daddy did say you were to do whatever he wants. You suppose you don't have a choice. Getting down on your knees you reach for his fly.