I know that you would have had the heritage of his prodigious talent, so violin lessons would have been a must to start. Anything else would have been...all you. I would have cheered you for tee ball or Kindermusik, gymnastics or karate, science fairs or spelling bees. You would never have come home to an empty house. You would never have wanted for any books or music. You would never have played second fiddle to anyone or anything. About Daddy. This is very complicated and I don’t understand so. "My fork slipped from my suddenly nerveless fingers and clattered on the plate. "You're going to paint me like that?" My heart thumped in my chest."Yes, but no one will ever see it unless you agree," he said calmly. "That would be a betrayal and I'd never do that. Nudity and the type of allure you exude would make an exquisite masterpiece."I swallowed and picked up my fork, studiously eating while I thought about it. "Does that count as the first modeling?" Only if you decide you want it to be. I slowly work my way down your body barely touching your breasts and working my way farther down I hear a small sound of frustration escape you as I pass by your breasts. I move my hands to with in inches of your pussy but don't touch you there. I massage your inner thighs and can see you fidget at my touch.I can feel the heat coming from your pussy and it takes all my will power not to touch you. I apply more lotion to your legs and start to work my way down taking my time enjoying the feel of. ” He laughed, “how about let me see your underwear?” I must’ve looked stupidly innocent. “Why” was all I could say. He smiled and said, “Listen, I find you attractive. I want to get intimate with you physically. You know what that means?” I didn’t answer because I didn’t know what that meant. He reached out and started unbutton my shirt. “No” I instinctively resisted. He stopped and looked at me in the eyes, “I am not going to force you. All I ask is you give me a few minutes. If you don’t like.