No.

You're a good girl. A good daughter-lover, a good daughter-****. Daddy made it clear you were not to talk without his permission so you do not.

Instead you wordlessly cling on as Daddy ravishes your body, appreciating the life he created, the life you live for him. Words are something else you may as well leave in the past. Your moans and sighs tell Daddy how good he makes you feel, your body and touch can express your love and devotion, your womb carrying proof of his domination.

At last he stops fondling you and you squeak as he lifts you off the ground and slings you over his shoulder. It's a strange sensation, you at once feel like a little girl again and at the same time like a barbarian's lusty prize. You don't have the will or capacity to dwell on the feeling, you giggle drunk with lust at how easily Daddy can handle you and rub and nuzzle your face against his back as best you can.

He stops walking when he reaches the kitchen and you feel him tilt forward. The slender hand that rises up the inside of your thigh suggests he's kissing mummy. You whoop when he slings you around off of his shoulder and into his arms before sitting down, perching you on his lap. A meal for one is laid out and mummy is kneeling obediently at Daddy's feet. You can't help but admire her, dressed in a similar **** attire to your own, her gorgeous hair pooling around her and making her look like an exotic painting.

Daddy keeps you in his lap as he eats. Sometimes he feeds you slips of food, others he had you feed him. Throughout he would take advantage of your body and you happily offered it up, pressing close and kissing his neck while exposing your own. Mummy sat silently, her back arched and arms folded behind and you wondered a little if Daddy had scolded her and was punishing her right now. The thought passed as they all do.

Once Daddy had finished eating, he fixed his gaze upon mummy who rightfully trembled under it.

"Come here," was all he said but he may as well have just given her the world the way mummy's face lit up as she crawled to Daddy's side, pressing her face and breasts into his leg as he ran his fingers through her long hair. "I have such good girls," Daddy grinned, causing you and mummy both to blush. "Now, how about letting me enjoy these outfits a little more..."