As much as you are,” I said pointing at the large bulge in his pants.“I ... Um...”“It’s ok, daddy.” I think calling him daddy was playing ...avoc on him, teasing him like crazy. And truthfully I was having a ball doing it. “Why don’t you come and have a closer look. I know you want to.” I let my finger trail a line up my slit, purposely drawing my father’s eyes down to my pussy. Lighting seemed to explode from where my fingers were brushing my wet lips. I dipped my fingers into my slit, fingering. Instead, she found the clothes infused with the scents of wood smoke, fall leaves, and just a hint of sexy man. She found the scent intriguing, almost intoxicating. She caught herself just before she brought the first article, a white hand-knit sweater, up to her face. Touching it, she found that she could just about picture the man who might have worn the sweater. She saw him as tall, clearly indicated by the length of the torso and sleeves. He had dark hair, she thought, and rugged,. She bent down and whispered in my ear, "Be veryquiet, They will hurt me more if they know we were talking." I noddedand she took her finger away. I saw some red lipstick on her finger asshe took it away from my face.Again whispering, she said, "We have to follow everything they tell usor we will be hurt badly. I have been told to work with you to make youcompliant. "Please don't blame me for this, I love you and this is theonly way I can help." I could see the tears in her eyes and nodded as. Iknow we caught all of those subroutines. Don't worry your pretty littleface." Amanda do you want to take her to my office to wake up the rest of theway?" Probably a good idea. Should I feed her now or back home?" I'd say wait till you get back home, your milk seems to be a powerfulsedative to her, and right now it's more important she fully wakes up!"Not long afterwards she paced the office with me as I came out from mycobwebbed brain. She took the pacifier out and asked. "How are we.