(Annabel POV)
More than you'll ever f*****g know, I thought. "Yes, daddy, I do."
He took my ankle in his hand, lifted my foot and slid my foot into the heel, and then he repeated the process with my other foot.
"Your long, tan legs look so good," he said as his eyes traveled up and down them. He gently grabbed my ankle and ran his large hand up my calf and then further north to the inside of my thigh and I felt the tips of his fingers slide through my secretions. Of course, he stopped just before he reached my v****a.
"Do you really like them?" I sensually cooed.
"You're very needy and desperate, I like that much more."
"Daddy ... please ... I begged, "my body is on fire and I need this ... bad."
He stood up and walked over to his wall of implements, retrieved something, put it in
