He looked up at the sashes draped over the beam, at her wrists bound in the soft cotton socks, trying to figure out what to do first to untie her. His eyes traveled down her arms, her skin translucent, glowing. She looked so erotic, so helpless, so sexual, as if she were already being fucked.

His eyes met hers. They both felt it, that instantaneous, uncontrollable electric flash of two sexual beings connecting. His cocked surged. Linsey felt her nipples ache, her little pussy throb.

She saw her fathers eyes move to her swollen breasts and felt the irresistible involuntary urge to show herself to him. She looked down at...