Daddy Caught Me Masturbating (part 4)
Outside? No, please, daddy.
I feel the heat pouring over my body, dripping from his gaze. I don’t want to look up as all three of us sit at the dinner table. I look over to mama and she sits there on the phone talking to someone. I look at daddy and all I can see is his jaw clenching tight and then his nose flaring. "I like what I see, and I want it," I hear him say not knowing if I'm dreaming or not. I gasp softly as he reaches across the table tak...