She was doing so well that when Madison pulled away, his hand tightening in her hair and pulling her back was pure instinct-- put the noises she made when he did made it clear how much his daughter enjoyed it. Booker made a mental note of that for the future.

"All right, babygirl. Sit down on the edge of the bed and raise your skirt so I can see those pretty panties we just bought you."

Booker pulled a chair up to the bed and reached for the girl, tugging those panties to the side, exposing her smooth, glistening slit. He began to rub her and stroke her folds.

"Now this game is all about control. You need to count all the way to one hundred before I'll let you come."