Daphne Vs. Daddy

“Hey, there you are,” I say softly. “Glad to have you back in the land of the living.”

She smiles humorlessly up at me. “Yeah, glad to be back. Sorry. I’m not sure what happened there. All these years of living in New York City, and I’d never been mugged by someone. Isn’t that crazy? I think…between this mugging and the train almost killing me, my brain just didn’t know what to do. Too much bad shit for one week, that’s for damn sure.”

I take her empty tumbler from her and refill it.

“Here. Drink,” I say, handing it back to her. She takes it with a wrinkled nose.

“I don’t like whiskey,” she confesses, staring at the amber liquid in her glass.

“I don’t care,” I counter. She glares up at me, trying to be stern, but the laughter creeps in around the edges. I push the glass toward her mouth unrelentingly and with a sigh, she swigs it back.

“Oh…”

Cough, cough.

“My god!”

Cough, cough.

“Next time, just let him take my purse!” she says, relaxing back into the bubbles.

“Your Coach purse?” I ask her, eyebrow cocked.

“Okay, probably not. Next time, if it comes down to saving me or the purse, throw it out of harm’s way first, and then toss my sorry ass after it.”

“Can do.” I stroke her gorgeous blonde hair away from her face again and she grins up at me, finally relaxed. Her eyes, which had been haunted and withdrawn, are back to normal. Okay, maybe a little more drunk than normal.

But that’s a good thing, my cock says.

I ignore it and stand up to clean myself up. Washing up at the bathroom sink, I get the embedded gravel out of my palms and then my knees.

“Oh my god, I didn’t realize you’d been hurt!” she says, staring in horror at my torn slacks.

“Just a couple of scrapes,” I say. “Jumping out of a moving vehicle tends to do that to you.”

“That’s two pairs of pants that I owe you,” she mumbles, leaning back against the jetted tub, boneless as a baby.

“I think I can handle the bill.”

I take a handful of aspirin, shuck my clothes, and then begin to work on bathing Lisa. Starting with her toes, I run soapy hands up her corded calves and over her gorgeous knees.

Diesel, you know you have it bad when you think someone’s knees are cute.

I ignore that voice and work my way up to her pussy, running my hands around the outer lips, teasing her, and then up her stomach.

“Ooohhh…” she groans in disappointment, her eyes still closed, as I leave her pussy behind. I grin to myself. Teasing Lisa is just about the most fun one can have legally.

I slide up to her full tits, running my thumbs across the pink tips, watching them pucker under my touch.

“Ooohhh, yes,” she groans happily.

I slide back down to her pussy, this time slipping my fingers inside of her and across her clit.

“Oh yes!” she says, her back arching as I begin rubbing her.

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Lisa