"But Godfather... gosh!" I shrieked in surprise when he pushed me down to lie on the bed. Godfather remained seated, staring at me with a mischievous smile on his lips.
"Godfather, you’re being so harsh," I complained with a pout.
"Did I startle you, baby? Your bed is soft, so I know you're safe," he said, scanning me with his eyes. Meanwhile, one of his hands began to crawl up my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Then he took one of my feet and rested it on his lap, beginning to slowly massage my thigh upward. There was an anticipation I couldn't understand. It felt as if Godfather’s palm brought thousands of volts of electricity to my skin.
"Godfather..." my eyes widened as I realized where his hand was headed. I tried to sit up, but one of his hands held my shoulder down, forcing m
