Daddy, please let me cum

THE faint glow of the kitchen light barely pushed back the pre-dawn gloom. Claire hunched over the dining table, a textbook spread open, the thin fabric of her nightshirt clinging to her skin. The chill of the house seeped into her, but a different kind of heat began to prickle the back of her neck. A shadow stretched long and distorted across the polished wood, then enveloped her.

A hand, large and warm, settled on her shoulder. Her breath hitched.

"Well, well, ...