Daisy didn't turn the light on. She went over to the bed, sat down, and stared into the darkness. The door didn't have a lock, but she didn't think she'd be bothered. Not until her father had gotten rid of the woman and put his clothes on, anyway. Maybe the sex would calm her father down enough so he'd forget about punishing her because she hadn't come right home.

Leaving her clothes on, she kicked off her sandals and stretched out on the bed. She could hear the bed springs squeaking across the hall. She was hungry, but she was afraid to go to the kitchen. Her father seemed to be lasting a long time.

The woman hadn't looked all that bad. Not as bad as a couple of the other sluts. She'd looked to be around thirty. Not that she'd seen much of the woman's body, Daisy thought. Just her legs and her arms, and a glimpse of her hips as she fucked back at her father. Her skin had looked smooth and was very white.

Daisy couldn't rid herself of the mental image of her father's humping ass. He wasn't very hairy, and his cock was at least two inches longer than Max's. She'd seen a woman take just about all of the hard tool into her mouth and down her throat, too. Since she'd sucked Max's cock, she could at least understand why the woman had sucked her father's big prick. And she could understand why the new woman was letting herself be pronged by that big prick, of course.

She couldn't understand why her father was so open about it, though. Even if he was drunk, that wasn't a good enough excuse to let her catch him in the act.