Of course he wants more

"Okay," Mr Fowler says. "Both of you get up."

A little disappointed, and a little apprehensive you both comply.

Did we go too far? You worry.

"Get on the bed, on your hands and knees." He orders. Then looking meaningfully at his daughter. "Both of you."

This reminds you of the Mr Fowler that you see every day, stern, commanding, and somewhat no-nonsense. You love it.

With both of you on your hands and knees, facing away from him, you grin at at Emily, and she returns the grin, before it dissolves into a pant.

"Oh fuck, Hayley, he's, ooooh."

You turn your head to look back, but are immediately reprimanded.

"No, Ms Beck, stay facing forward."

You look back at Emily and her face is flushed, eyes closed and mouth slack.

Whatever he is doing it builds quickly. Grunting loudly, Emily goads her father on:

"YES, just like that, oh fuck Daddy." The words come from a guttural place. "That's it Daddy, FUCK, I am cumming!"

She slumps forward, face into the bed, and you continue to be amazed at what you are seeing.