Then his foot runs along mine.
I close my eyes for a moment to savor the touch. Maybe my feet are an erogenous zone. Maybe
Daddy just turns me on so much that all it takes is a little skin on skin, no matter which body parts are touching.
I slide my toes up under the cuff of his pants, up along his bare calf.
I smile when he shifts in his seat, then scoots his chair further under the table.
Curious as to my effect on him, I lean forward under the pretense of grabbing a roll from the basket in the middle of the table.
As I do, I slide my hand up Daddy’s thigh until I feel his solid erection.
He grabs my wrist, and for a moment, I think that maybe he’s angry with me. Instead of pulling my hand away, he presses it harder against him.
I look over and give him a smile.
His gaze is
