I kept my face down and my ass up. I put my hands behind my back, both of them. Then I widened my knees, so my legs and p***y were nice and open for him.
"Yes, Daddy. Just say I can stay, and I'll be your obedient daughter and do whatever you say."
"And if I told you to get dressed, would you?"
"Yes, sir," I said. "If you tell me to jump, I'll ask how high. If you tell me to lick, I'll ask where. If you tell me to f**k, I'll ask how deep."
"Fine," he said. "You can stay."
"Really?" I said, lifting my head a little.
"Yes."
"Thank you, Daddy," I said. "What would you like me to do?"
I watched him as he took the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up, pulling it off. Then he took his shorts. He slid them down and my eyes opened wide to see his c**k once again. He gave it a few strokes a
