The bathroom was fogged with steam when Mason stepped in, sleeves rolled up, watching the water pour into the deep marble tub. He always prepared her bath water himself. Fenny stood at the doorway, toes curling against the cool tile, watching him with those wide doe eyes. “Get undressed, babygirl,” he said, not looking at her as he tested the water with his hand. Fenny obeyed, peeling off her clothes one by one until she stood bare for him, heat creeping up her cheeks. She rocked on her feet waiting for her Daddy to turn. When Mason finally turned, he smiled, pleased. God, she really did have the perfect tits. “Good girl, come here.” She skipped forward, and he caught her wrist, tugging her down into the bath first so she sat with her knees drawn to her chest. Then he stripped and slid in beh
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