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Chapter 65 by thosearemysecret thosearemysecret

Is there a way out of it?

You take a shower

"Daddy, are you ready?" You hear Ashley call down the hall. Sighing, you rise from your chair. Your overly edged cock standing fully at attention. Up until this point, you've been pretty good at keeping your erection down around Ashley but three days of teasing and edging has made it nearly impossible to will it down. Taking a deep breath you exit the office and head down the hall. Entering the bathroom Ashley smiles shyly but when she sees your fully erect cock standing at attention she audibly gasps and covers her mouth. She whispers "Daddy!" into her hand.

Self-consciously, you place your hands in front of it. "Sorry, it gets more difficult to control every day. It isn't you."

Her eyes look a little sad as those last three words leave your lips, but she recovers with a smile trying to keep her eyes with yours. You're doing the same. The both of you clearly not wanting to look at the other's body. "Oh, of course, I wouldn't think that. I mean, you're my Dad. It's just all of the masturbation. Same...same with me." She's starting to ramble nervously. "I'm only drippy down there right now because of all of the neediness. Gosh, I'm glad you're so understanding. We're going to get in the shower," she leans into the shower and turns it on "and wash each other just like you would when I was a baby. Nothing weird about this at all. I'm sure there are countries where families all washing one another is perfectly normal. And even if someone gets a little aroused it isn't a big deal cause we're people, right. And the whole situation in the porno store that was all an accident cause we never would..."

"Babygirl," you grin at how cute she is but cut her off before she starts talking about what happened through the glory hole, "shhh. I know you're nervous. Hop in the shower so we can get this over with."

She nods and steps into the bathtub. You clench your fist hard looking at the water coming down over her 18-year-old body. Taking another deep breath you step in and join her.

You remember the orders from the blackmailer: "Wash each other by hand." Picking up the bottle of bath lotion you ask, "so, uh, do you want me to wash you first?"

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