Mr Fowler is confused and unhappy

"Sweetie, what are you doing here?" Mr Fowler starts. "This, I don't know, what is the meaning of this?"

"I am sorry Daddy." Emily starts but notes that calling him Daddy seems to anger him.

"Is this some kind of prank? Did your mother set you up to this?"

"No." Emily says as demurely as possible. "Please Daddy, don't be mad."

"What are you doing here?" Mr Fowler asks again.

"Hayley told me to come." Emily says sheepishly. "She said she wanted moral support."

He turns to you, speechless, and you nod in agreement.

"Moral support in fucking your dad?" He hisses.

"Yeah, I know Daddy, don't be mad, please."

You've been so engrossed in the conversation and trying to recover from the body shaking orgasm you just had that it is only now that you look down at Mr Fowler's groin and realise that he is rock, fucking, hard.

It is at this point, you decide to interject, no more typical Hayley, no waiting to see what happens.

You move towards Mr Fowler and put your hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, " you draw his attention. "This isn't Emily's fault I convinced her to come."

"But." He hesitates, and you shush him by kissing him. He shrugs away and says accusingly. "She isn't wearing underwear. How did she even get in here. With no panties on, and all that."

You look at her half mockingly.

"Naughty Emily taking your panties off in front of Daddy." Emily looks at you in disbelief as if to say what is going on?

You relent and then in mock surprise:

"But what's this?" You gasp.

You reach down and grab his granite-like cock. Mr Fowler says nothing, he can't even look at you. You start stroking his cock, and he still won't look at you instead he looks straight ahead.

At his daughter.

"Yes, Mr Fowler, your daughter was very naughty and got carried away and played with her dirty little pussy." You utter in a hushed tone. You flick a glance at Emily and she definitely thinks you have lost your mind, you half agree.

"Buuut, from the looks of it, I think you like it." You say.

"No." He says weakly as you continue to tug on him.

"I don't believe you, and neither does your baby girl."

The mood of the room has completely shifted. Mr Fowler no longer seems angry, only lost. Emily seems like she is seconds away from masturbating again, and you are so wet you must be staining the top sheet.

You bend over and blow on his cock.

"Do you like that Daddy?"

"Yes." He says hoarsely.

"Do you want me to suck it again?"

"Yes." he concedes.

"Well, understand that there is no going back from here on."

He looks at you, then at his daughter, and back to you before nodding.