“Why am I your daddy?” She sighs, her head turning slowly from side to side like the bed is a boat rocking her across the water. “Because …” she says softly. “Because you take care of me. You protect me. You do everything for me …” “Yes, I do.” “You always know what to do … you always know what’s best.” I suck gently on her clit, smiling to myself. “Keep that in mind,” I say. Mara doesn’t respond. She’s already drifting away.
