"She told me you were my father. I fucked my father," she wailed, then disconnected the phone.~~~~~~~I called back twenty minutes later. "Come to Flor...da," I started."I can't," my daughter cried.~~~~~~~~An hour later I sent her another e-mail. ~~~~~~~An answering e-mail from Madison greeted me when I rose the next morning. ~~~~~~"Hi," were her first words when I answered the cell phone at four the next afternoon as I sat in the Ocean Drive bar of the hotel I'd just checked into."Its. That's important, since I'm going to be sending you on regular excursions.”Ian nodded. “Yes, Miss... I'm sorry, how is it I should refer to you?”“Director Hoffman” she said, pointing to her nameplate. “Or Dr. Hoffman. Either of those will do, for now.”He felt like an idiot for not noticing the nameplate sooner. Ian wasn't usually so transfixed on someone he'd be working for. Why was that? “Yes, Director Hoffman” he responded, rather flustered.“Good. Are you ready for your first. I turn us over so im on top, then pull your boxers and my thong down, i climb back on top, kissing you as your cock rubs up and down my pussy, you feel it wet over your cock, i slide grinding onto it, moaning, as you thrust my hips back and forward. I keep going for a while before i let your cock slide inside me, deep inside, you feel it spread me open, rubbing over my g-spot, i moan so loud, then begin bouncing on top of it, you hold my hips and help me bounce, having your cock pounding deep. "I had a rough night, slept in, er, I haven't been up long. Er, why are you home?" she replied."I was chucking up, came home sick." he said as he checked around the room, looking for signs that she had had company. He could see none."I think I will go and lie down for a while." As he spoke he watched for signs of guilt, signs that she didn't want him to see a freshly used bed. He saw both guilt and fear, a little more of the love he once had slipped from his grasp.He was pleased to find that.