They grinded and danced sexually. I can specifically recall what happened when Jeremih’s song “Don’t tell ‘em” began to play. Their hands we...e all over one another. She was grinding on him like there was no tomorrow. They were so intimate. I could tell they wanted to fuck by the way they danced and gazed into each other’s eyes."Rhythm is a dancer, I need a companionGirl, I guess that must be youBody like the summer, fuck it like no otherDon't you tell 'em what we do”I was starting to get turned. She carried out my more ruthless directives and that was good. She was extremely effective and efficient at what she did. She was very pretty and could be very sweet when so inclined, but when she needed to be, she could be absolutely vicious. She was my little vixen, short, lovely ... and dangerous. Laura Van Pham was my not-so-secret weapon now. She was now famous for enforcing my will and imposing it on the world for me.That was a long way in about a week from organizing a raid on Dad’s. Just as I finished, I was about to text him that I was ready, but I heard a tapping on my window. Startled, I rolled down my window a bit, and said 'Hi Stacey'. I had told him what my car looked like, he had been watching me for at least a little while. Then he said 'Bowling Ball', the safe-phrase we had agreed on before, and I knew it was Daddy. I nodded 'Hi Daddy, it's nice to meet you'. And I got out of the car with my bag to go with him. I tottered on my heels, so nervous, as he led. I felt so bad for doing that but I was helpless to resist the urge. I said, "They're perfect."She smiled at me and said, "You think so?" Oh yes, Sweetheart. Your breasts are beautiful," I complimented her."It's getting harder, Daddy," she informed me. She uncrossed her legs, careful not to pull her breasts away from my hands. She lifted her right leg up, her foot beside my raised head. She asked, "Maybe seeing my pussy would help?"Her suggestion sounded reasonable as I looked down and examined.