Nobody but Daddy knew how to use his tongue or vibrator the way Daddy did. No body knew the special words that sent tingles down her spine or how to fuck her so that she could come as many as three or four times in one session. She could not imagine what it would be like to fuck without saying the words dadddeee… dadddeee in a lover's ear. Yes, her Daddy had tutored her from the beginning. In a way, he had shaped the channel of her vagina so that it was a kind of glove, a glove that would fit only the hand of his prick and his prick alone. She hadn't even been able to have an orgasm with Gil Turner that night. Only Daddy could produce those marvelous, exquisite feeling in her body. Dadddee… dadddeee…

"Ready for your back now," Victor Redgrave said, standing naked in the bathroom door.

"Yes, Daddy," Sherry said, aware that her voice was high-pitched. She always consciously spoke in a high-pitched voice to him. Somehow it added to the excitement and secrecy of their incestuous relationship. He liked it, too. She could tell. She wanted always to be his little girl and act out again and again the delicious sexual feelings of that first fateful night so long ago. He always spoke to her patiently and paternally, too. This was a kind of unspoken agreement which they practiced – unless of course they were in the presence of others.

Victor sat down on the tile bathtub beside his daughter, took the wash cloth, soaped it, and began cleansing his daughter's smooth, blemishless back. After a while, out of habit, she stood up and permitted him to carefully wash between and her breasts and her incredibly pert. She had already washed herself thoroughly but he always liked to wash her private parts himself. It felt good to her and it gave him pleasure also.

When he had finished, he climbed into the tub with her and they sat facing each other talking about the events of the evening and the next engagement. Finally, he raised himself and she dutifully and maternally washed his cock and balls and back.