I've always gone for over-size clothes, but Daddy wanted to see what was hiding behind that layer of clothing. He wanted to look at the tiny, svelte and graceful body that was somehow still hidden from him. He wanted to touch, to make me tingle and give me 1000 goosebumps on my skin, which he does with his touches. But now Daddy had adopted an aristocratic pose in his comfortable desk chair, his hands on his feet, in which he held a glass of whiskey with careless fingertips. He had a slight smirk on his face and his gaze literally rid me of my clothes....oh, damn. he makes me so horny