Chapter Sixteen
Gina wore a loose black leather jacket, its fullness dramatically contrasting to the perfectly tailored black trousers clinging to her slim hips. Daddy had emptied her breasts immediately prior to leaving but even during the moderate trip she could feel them growing under her jacket. Daddy had not allowed her to meet Mark at his office. He had approved a nice but not too fashionable restaurant.
Heads turned when she entered – but then they often did.
Mark sat in a corner booth pouring over papers. “You look great, as always.” He plainly tried not to be too obvious in his lechery. For a second, Gina wondered if he’d only questioned the power of attorney to continue seeing her.
Mark was the quintessential Southern gentleman, tall, sun-bleached blond, horsy and a little fu
