"Dani, baby," he whispered and kissed her deeply. "You need to have a shower."

"Is there a dressing gown for me?" she yawned and returned daddy's deep kiss.

"No, but you don't need any clothes while we're together."

Danielle couldn't see her bag, or any of the clothes she'd been wearing yesterday, so she went off to the bathroom empty handed. She took a long time in the shower, where daddy had already put her toiletries. She admired the bruises on her tits and sighed happily when she remembered the previous evening's events. She wondered when she was going to get to fuck daddy again. After her shower she dried...