Family EnslavedChapter 12 Perfection
"Daddy..." "Yes, Mistress?" Daddy smiled as I pulled his arm around my shoulders so we could sit close together on the big sofa in our family room. "No, just call me Susan for a minute, okay?" I looked at him and he laughed because the last thing he wanted was for me to be was his little girl probably. We were naked, or he was anyway, I still had my black thong and shoes on, for what little difference that made. As his Mistress my father would accept anything I wanted, but as his...