I clicked my tongue. "I see." My c**k gave an involuntary throb in my pants. "Is that true, Emma?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy. She gets wet so easily. She'll be watching TV and see a pretty girl or a sexy guy and order me to start licking her p***y, and she's already soaked."
"Order you?"
"Um..." Emma paused.
Ivy smiled at me. "I'm her dominant, Sir Daddy. She obeys me. She likes it."
"You do, Emma?"
Emma had her blushing face down. "Yes. I love it."
I smirked. "Continue the story, Ivy."
"Yes, Sir Daddy. So when my daddy saw how wet I was, he said to me, 'You really do want my c**k, don't you?' And I said, 'Yes, of course.' And he said, 'What about your lesbian friend?' And I told him we were only practicing for boys, but he was a real man. He asked me if I'd seen a c**k, and I told him, yes,
