Arya has on the classic “little black dress.” I am tempted to skip the dancing and get her back in her room and ravish her. Instead we make her wa... to disco. She orders a martini. I order wine. As sips her martini, she says, “This is the first drink I’ve had in three months.” Without saying so aloud, it is clear the pressures of doctoring have built up. She finishes her glass quickly. She’s already buzzed when she starts on her second drink. As she sips the second she absentmindedly says to. "Daddy, if you like, I could be your naughty angel". My heart almost skipped a beat. Did you mean what I thought she meant? No, that was totally forbidden, people did not really do that, did they? But of course they do, I have read about it many times but never dared to let my mind go down that path with my own daughter. She sat up and her big, teary eyes looked up at me, her hair tumbling around her face. "You know I want to take care of you daddy, you have looked after me all my life, but now. ’ She clutched his arms, lips trembling helplessly. ‘Every time I close my eyes, I can see their faces, feel the pain…’ She looked up, hands still gripping his arms. ‘I can still feel the wounds.’ She looked down at the scar on her arm. ‘I can tell you the story behind each of these scars,’ she mumbled. Brandon shook his head. ‘Please don’t do this to yourself,’ he whispered. ‘They did this to me!’ She cried, letting go of him. ‘Those people! My parents! They did this to me. They ruined me.. I cupped my hands under her ass, pulling her to the edge of the rock, positioning myself as she wrapped her legs around me. She spit in her hand before reaching down to grasp my cock, lubing it up a bit with her spit as she guided the head in. She felt so tight around my manhood as I slowly pushed further in until my balls pressed against her ass. Through her shortened breath she managed to say "Hold on, wait, let me adjusts." She opened her eyes looking up at me. "You're bigger than I'm used.