”She continued on herself, and started crying out a slew of abstract prayers to a god in which neither of us believed. She was holding back, and I ...dmired her discipline. I knew she wanted... No. She needed to release, but I wasn't quite ready.Not long later, I was finally with her, and I interrupted her now continuous cry. “Come to me now, Hope.”She screamed, pushed back against me, and clamped down on me hard. I grabbed her hips, pulling her onto me as far as I could, and came into her.. .. Right this way!" We were swiftly guided to a table with four menus laid out where each of us sat down. A short moment after we were seated, David and I excused ourselves as usual to go to the restroom, so that we may at the very least wash our hands. Dad usually ordered for us anyways and this way by the time we'd get back from the restroom we would at least have some food on the table to pick. As we walked to the men's restroom, I sort of glanced over at David who seemed to have his head. Delaying a man's orgasm as long as I want to; only encourages me more. Denial can make a man squirm and forever worship me. I got to decide now what would happen. This was my game, and he was under my control. I asked if he would walk me back to the private restroom. He agreed.Once we got into the long hallway I got closer to kiss him again deeply and intensely. I slide my hand down his chest while my tongue wiggled in his mouth. Then I lightly brushed his cock through his pants. So I took his. I am the the one who should be ashamed.” He continued, “I couldn’t stop reading it.” “I can’t lie, I can’t stop thinking about you... I love you like your my own daughter, yet I am conflicted.” He adds. Sitting next to her, he place his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closed to him. She begins to sob. Comforting her, he rubs her shoulder. Openly, she wraps her arms around him. Although, a woman, she will always be daddy’s girl. She snuggles up next to him. Her head in the center of his.