Once I'm up, Daddy gently pushes my back down—resistance impossible without the control of my arms—easily bending me over and forcing my chest to the mattress.

He grabs my blue satin panties, pulling them down leisurely, a marked contrast from his usually furious yank. He shimmies them down, and just before they leave my butt, I feel them cling to my pussy, pulling strands of juice down with them, my pussy soaked completely.

Or so I thought I couldn't get any wetter.

Daddy removes them and orders me to spread my legs. I do, standing with a wide stance, my ass in the air and my chest against the mattress....