And it was incredibly freaky because the second time you heard dad’s voice.”Daphne stared.“Well, it happened to me too. Dad really is there and ...an talk with us while we’re having sex.”Daphne looked down.“I know, I know, it’s totally impossible. Freaky wacko stuff. But ... it’s true ... You find some guy and tell him you have a fetish that you pretend you’re talking to your dad during sex, maybe use Fetlife ... And you really can talk with Dad. And in fact with mom and the grandparents too .... Of course the country bars had different talents on tap. But I still remember “Breathe” and “Say My Name” and “Higher”.Because I’ve always maintained excruciatingly strict personal standards, I didn’t let Mr. Regional hustle me out of my Stoli uniform until after he had hired me.What do you think I am, some casting couch bimbo? He had to put out before I would.My parents knew about my illegal job. Daddy was his usual stoic self; he liked Autumn and me to find our own paths. And to learn from. How you did that would be up to you - you'd be in control, and I'd be at your mercy, and the element of surprisewould be quite exciting. I think my face would tell your story of bad boy meets good girl very well. Getting me a little drunk would lower my inhibitions and make me more compliant - though I would wriggle, squirm and resist anyway just to see what you did... Would expect to be both bra and knickerless if you were here now. And I'd want you to slip more than just your fingers inside. My fingers now slowly, gently slide inside you. Pushing in so they are completely buried within the wetness of your being. My finger slide in, searching, now finding the swollen spot that guarantees your pleasure. They find it, rest upon it, and wait, painfully wait for a moment before they start a very low, very soft vibration. They only twitch back and forth, causing it to raise up, causing it to swell in anticipation of the release that is sure to come. As it swells, the pressure on.