Daddy had stopped breathing when I had emerged from the fitting room just to shown him. He had asked me to turn every way possible and had even asked me bend over with my back to him. He had made the strangest sound deep in his chest after I had spread my legs a bit to make the crotch a little less tight between my legs, but he had already returned to sitting when I had turned back to face him.

He was leaning over in this weird way that didn't look very comfortable, his face pinched and red like he was in a tremendous amount of pain; but he...