She wanted him to tie her up. She wanted him make her do things. She wanted him to touch her against her will.

Linsey quivered to the thought of Him being her father. The man she'd dreamt about for so long. The man of her fantasies, feeling her, touching her, fondling and kneading her swollen hot breasts. The man coming up behind her, pressing his hard cock into her panty covered bottom. Him lifting her short little skirt, rubbing his thick pulsing cock between her bare soft inner thighs, touching, so hot on her skin.

She was made herself wet placing the image of her father, his face, his eyes,...