He walks over and picks up Megan's panties and bra. He stares intently at his child's soiled thong panties and for a moment his nostrils are flaring so much that I almost expect him to bury his nose in them and inhale her scent. Instead, he turns and stalks up alongside his daughter, his eyes roaming over her still bent over form, and he says as he holds out her underwear, "I'm your father, now do what I say!"

Megan straightens up and steps closer until her hard nipples are almost brushing her father's bare chest. "Read my lips, Daddy," she snarls with disdain. "NO!" She steps away from him,...