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"Come on, Parker," Belinda says, "let's get you cleaned up." She puts a hand on your arm, helps you to your feet, and ushers you out of the room.

She closes the door behind you. While the two of you start making your way to your room, she blurts out, "Why you little minx! Not only did you try to seduce Daddy, but you turned him on! I'll bet he's going to ravage whichever poor servant he called. I'm so jealous."

You're so horrified by the last sentence that you forget to object to the previous ones. "You want your father to fuck you?"

"Of course I do. There isn't a woman alive who wouldn't spread her legs for him, except maybe a fiercely committed lesbian. But Daddy would never fuck me and believe me I've tried." She sighs wistfully. When the two of you get back to your room, she closes the door behind you.

"Okay, Parker," Belinda says. "How do you want me?"

"What do you mean?" you respond.

"You heard Daddy. He told me to take care of you. He meant that little stiffy you have in your pants. You want a blowjob, you want to fuck me, or what?"