"How did you... ?" Later, Sir. We can talk later, right now this whore needs..." she cut off with a little catch in her breath as I grabbed my rock ha...d cock thru my pants. Her gaze was riveted as I adjusted my cock to a less painful position. "Needs to be used," she finished breathing a little more heavily.Stepping right up to the chair I looked down into Daphne's beautiful brown eyes. I reached down and gathered her hair at the back of her neck. Using that as a handle, I turned her head up at. I then peeled off three generous strips of silver duck tape and sealed my mouth well and truly closed! I don't know about you reading this tale but I hate the untidy way duck tape looks so I pealed the long black satin scarf from my neck, let out the tight folds and wrapped the soft material twice around my lower face, still allowing ample material to fall behind my back. I should also say that I removed the wig before tying the scarf gag and that meant no material got stuck in my hair. Once. But I know I'll never be his wife. Lover, yes.... but wife.... NEVER! I kept thinking about that. Daddy's wife! Mrs. Thomas Gatlin! It certainly does have a nice sound to it. But, I know that can't ever happen... ever. What daddy and I did is taboo, and probably against the law, but I don't care about that. I just care about daddy. Why do things like love have to be so fucking complicated! Why can't they just be? I know, I know... they just are."I cleaned up the breakfast dishes and. The breakfast was a feast and both father and daughter ate ravenously under the affectionate and loyal scrutiny of Ganga. Ganga Singh was built like ex-wrestler, which he was, and enormously broad with muscles now covered with a thick layer of fat. He owed his life to Vikram's father when he saved him from unpleasant disaster of one his fights. He from then on served the family and was now as good as the family member. He was the majordomo of the whole estate and city houses.They both laughed.