Milked by Daddy & His Wife

“Let’s say my daughter is having a playdate in the living room with one of her friends from daycare. Now, whichever mother it is will no doubt supervise because they do not trust you. This will leave you free to have some fun. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?”
“Y-Yes,’ I say, choking back a gasp.
“Yes, what?” He asks again, much more sternly. “Call me what you’ve wanted to call me since I opened my front door for you. It’s been written all over that pretty face of yours.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I answer as my heart beats out of my chest. And, my nipples begin to moisten with mother’s milk.”