“What’s up sweet heart?"
 Her pout was back and she leaned in towards me. “Daddy I don’t want to go home. Darren is awful and you know how mom is…” Can I please just stay here with you? I indian can finish my classes online and here you can afford a private tutor.”
The easy answer was yes, but after ten hours of laying in bed I knew how I was going to go about this. “Baby. (this was a new pet same for me but it came out so naturally that I went with it.) if you’re going homemade to stay here you need to show india me this wont just be a vacation. Show me you can help out around here and make bengali my life easier, not harder. If you’re good for the next two weeks we’ll talk about it again and I’ll sign those papers.”
 She clapped giddily and leaned in hugging me tight. Her perky breasts pressed against my bare chest and it took everything I had not to fondle them. “Oh daddy thank you! I will! I’ll be the best most obedient daughter ever!” I really, really hoped so.

 True to her word the next morning I woke up to another knock on my door, but this time Becca carried in a tray of homemade breakfast. I hadn’t had a good American breakfast in years and the fight of her serving me food in a night gown was almost too much. She kissed me on the cheek and trotted out, ass wagging as she left. 
 After her jog she made us lunch, dinner and then when I groaned at the table she looked up. “What’s wrong Daddy? Don’t you like dinner?"
“Oh yeah Baby, it’s great. I was just hunched over a computer all day while Bhabhi you were at the pool so my shoulders ache.” I then cut in as if it were a spontaneous idea. “Hey, since you’re finished why don’t you come over here and rub my shoulders so I can enjoy this nice food you made.” Her face only looked uncomfortable for a moment and then she smiled,
 “Of course Daddy.” Her hands worked up and down my bad and I felt the heat of her body behind me, tits every once in awhile grazing my shoulder or back as she worked. I groaned “that’s perfect Baby.” and I felt her hands pause. “Don’t stop now.” I said, keeping a bit of command in my voice. “I’m just starting to enjoy the meal.”
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