"Shit, I can't afford to be late to work. But I'd do anything for my baby girl. And how could I say no to that face." You think to yourself.
"Fine fine but be quick. Make sure to let me out in the reformer toilet, and don't leave the house until you do." you make her promise.
"Of course daddy anything, thank you so much." She looks at you beaming, but a second later she gets a confused look on her face.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"I don't know where to start." She looks at you like she's about to cry.
"Just look at me like I'm food again, and let your natural instincts take over." you instruct.
"Oh, okay I'll try." She starts to look at you, putting to much effort into it, but as she looks you over, you see her disposition slowly start to change from one of uncertainty to one of a predator eyeing her prey.
