Little One sat on the bed and ran her hand across the satin comforter. She opened the door beside the closet and found a large bathroom with a deep claw foot tub, a sink and a toilet. There were two robes hanging beside the tub. One was a fuzzy terrycloth and the other made of thin silk. Little One put her clothes and underwear away. Her clothes barely filled up one drawer. Little One went back to the bathroom, pulled her panties down and sat on the toilet. It took a moment to relax in a strange place. A small trickle dripped into the water. Little One took a pad of paper to wipe with and dropped it into the water. She spread her knees slightly and looked down. There had never been any privacy at the Home, with twelve girls in one room and sharing a toilet. Little One's middle finger reached between her legs and combed the curly black hair. Little One shivered and pulled her slit open. It felt so good to touch herself without worrying someone might hear. She thought of Daddy, the new man she had known only for a few hours. His neck was so strong. He had not bent at all, even when her feet came up off the floor. Daddy smelled of lime and spice. His beard was trimmed short and neat. Little One loved the feel of his beard against her cheek.
Little One's finger began to circle her clitoris. She dipped into her vagina to moisten the tip and went back to gently rub her sensitive spot. The scent of Daddy's cologne filled her mind again as she rubbed harder and faster. Her arms were around his neck again, his strong hands pressing her breasts against his chest, her feet off the floor. Daddy's blue eyes were looking at her as she floated over him, catching him by his chin. Daddy opened his mouth and sucked Little One's fingers, biting lightly. Her hand now moved furiously and she squealed in delight. Little One collapsed and leaned forward, resting on her knees. She looked around and saw she was still in her bathroom, all of which seemed to be real. She pulled another pad of paper and wiped herself again. Little One washed her hands at the sink and dried them on the towel. Her scent still filled the room. She thought again about Daddy's cologne. Little One's finger slipped back inside her panties and dipped inside her wet pussy to bring back a bit of her cream. Little One dabbed her finger on the inside of each wrist and licked her finger clean.
She suddenly felt hungry. She could smell food from downstairs. Little One found Daddy in the kitchen, putting plates on the table.
"Little One, please sit down and we will eat," he said. Daddy pulled a chair out and Little One sat down and settled her skirt over her knees. Her heart was racing, but she was not certain why. Daddy sat across from her and poured tea from a glass pitcher.
"Do you like your bedroom and your bathroom, Little One?" Daddy asked. Daddy knows, thought Little One. He knows I played with myself. She held her breath and studied his face for a clue to his thoughts. She imagined Daddy standing in the doorway, watching her rub herself. She wanted to pull her skirt up and touch herself again.
"I love my bedroom, Daddy," Little One answered. "I never had my own bathroom before. Its very nice," Daddy smiled and sipped his tea.
"Very good, Little One," he said. "After our lunch, we will go shopping and find pretty things to put in your closet."
