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girls can. You need to give me time to recoup.”
    “How much time?”
    “After the amount we had today? A couple of hours, at least. I am more than happy to take care of you, though,” he offered, stroking her gently and inserting a finger deep into her canal.
    She started to move up and down on it, grinning. “Not quite the same, although I love your mouth.”
    He hoisted her to the edge of the tub, spread her legs and began to kiss and eagerly suck her throbbing clit, and bringing her to climax within seconds. Rich rested his head on her inner thigh, stroking her stomach as she lay back on the deck; him still in the tub. “My little nympho. You’re so easy to please.”
    “You are incredible. Do you, well, would you like me to do that to you?”
    “On occasion. I prefer to cum either here.” He inserted his finger into her vagina. “Or here,” he said as he slowly inserted another finger into her anus.
    She tensed for a moment, and then relaxed. “I don’t know how to take you there. It’s, well, different.”
    “I’ll work you up to it, I promise. If you want, that is.”
    “I want. I think I would like it. I mean, it feels good with your finger. It’s just, well, embarrassing.”
    “Did your daddy ever take your temperature rectally?” Rich asked, pulling her back into the tub.
    She shrugged. “When I was little. Before they invented the digital thermometers. I hated it too, I remember fighting with him. I’m not a very good patient.”
    “We’ll have to play doctor sometimes. I warned you, I’m into some kinky stuff.” Rich snickered, holding her close and stroking her nipple.
    “How bad?” She looked worried.
    “Nothing too serious, I swear. The worse would be anal play. That might require an enema.”
    “Gross.”
    “Nah, I’ll give you privacy,” he chuckled, enjoying the shocked look on her face. “I’m surprised you’re shy about that. It doesn’t seem like your brother cares about your bathroom privacy.”
    “He potty trained me and he never hangs around for that. I-I’ll have to get used to the idea, that’s all.”
    “We’re not in any hurry. How about you? Do you have any fantasies you would like to share or act out?”
    “I do have one. But it doesn’t make much sense,” she admitted.
    “Don’t be ashamed. That’s the beauty of fantasy; it doesn’t have to make sense. Share.”
    “Rape.”
    “Even after the incident?”
    “Since the incident. Kidnapping, vulnerability and being taken, but not harmed. Daddy would send me to a therapist if he knew.”
    “Honey, that is totally normal. Most women have rape fantasies. It’s not the situation, but the fact they have no control. Much the way you felt when I restrained you.”
    “Yeah, I was scared, but it also allowed me to stop fighting and focus.”
    “See? How about role play?”
    “My life is nothing but role play,” Sam sighed.
    The doorbell rang and Rich went to answer the door after wrapping a towel around himself, leaving Sam in the tub. He suspected that she felt good, complete and more than a little bratty. He did not see as she pulled herself out of the tub, giving the delivery man an eyeful of her perfect body.
    Rich turned in response to the man’s widening eyes just in time to see her feet ducking below the rail. He bit his cheek, quickly thanking the guy and closing the door. What was she up to? After placing the food on the table, he went down to the private dock and looked around. She was leaning on a rock inside the inlet, naked and looking very much the mermaid.
    “Samantha Anne! Come over here this instant!” he ordered, hands on his hips.
    Sam stuck out her lip. “But, Daddy, I was just swimming.”
    Oh, so that was her game! Rich frowned. “I will count to three, young lady! One… Two…”
    “Oh, all right. I’m coming,” she grumbled, diving into the water and swimming over to him. She popped her head up to look at him innocently.
    Rich pointed to the dock. “Up here now. How