Katya
"Good morning, daddy," she said with just a trace of her Ukrainian accent. "I really wish you wouldn't call me that," said her stepfather, "at least not the way you do." "What do you mean, daddy?" Her voice softer yet, like dripping honey, sexy, inviting, subtle in its meaning. "You're flirting again, Kate, and it's not right for you to do that. You have to stop. I can only take so much of it. "I know," she said softly to herself. "That's the idea." "Maybe I'll stop when I get what I want,"...
First Time