Anna's eyes zapped up to meet David's. Surely he didn't mean… of course not, Anna. Daddy was drunk last night. It was a one time thing.
Her heart raced like a freight train as she shuffled closer. Her p***y didn't listen to reason, a slow ache erupting between her legs when he plopped down on the edge of her bed.
"Daddy, I'm sorry. Please, not my phone," Anna said, her chest heaving as she begged.
David's d**k stirred as he hauled her over his lap in one rough yank. He was just disciplining his daughter, he told himself, as he pulled her shorts and panties down with a swift tug.
This was nothing like last night. It needed to be done so that Anna would stop dicking around at college and get serious.
"Forget your f*****g phone. Only one thing works with you," David declared, still
