Adela Harrod watched her father, Judge Harrod, shuffle in the room.
Del, a splendid beauty with close cropped red hair, clad in a pink button down tied just under her full breasts to show both the big boobs AND the cute little tummy.
She smiled at Daddy as she thought of what an idiot her ex fiancée Scrip was.
Reardon Harrod was almost naked, except for a pair of panties and high heels that did not hold up his 240 pounds well.
As well as a pair of mousetraps on his nipples.
Santiva Kitt, his bailiff had been especially cruel that afternoon.
She'd felt the judge was too hard on a young black male with a marijuana habit.
The pretty ash blonde bailiff had taken the judge across her knees, after ordering him to remove his robe (and everything else) and she'd whipped his butt with his gavel!
Del looked at her father with amusement.
"Tiva told me she had to take you to task, eh, Daddy?
What a nasty asshole you are.
Pot's a plant, not a drug.
How can you put these poor kids away for it, lock them up in Anvers, where their lives are just worthless?"
"Del sweetheart, I must apply the law as it stands."
Del laughed and pointed to a spot on the carpet right in front where she was sitting.
Although she'd been a normal, devoted daughter, when Adele had grown up, she had begun dominating her dad regularly.
She crossed her marvelous long shapely legs, barely contained by a tiny pair of snug denim cut-offs just above the thighs, and ordered her father to remove his panties.
Leaning down, Del unlocked the Prince Albert chastity piercing locking Daddy's foreskin to his scrotum.
Del leaned back and began grazing the judge's cock with her black stiletto pumps.
The Judge's cock, denied orgasm for some weeks, swelled as his daughter's elegant high heels poked and stroked his junk
Reardon had been worried when his beautiful daughter, then a 20 year old college junior had discovered the female domination porn on his computer.
Yes, and his correspondence with a lady called The Empress, and a Master Hercule The Stool
The judge, a widower raising his daughter alone, had thought these discovered might alter the girl's psyche.
A decade later, parent and child had quite an interesting relationship.
Del looked down at her father, his cock was bulging as she brought her heels, six awesome inches each, together around his organ and massaged.
"So Tiva tells me that Sheriff Winkworth has been at it again, right?
Wink brought in Valero Vesuvio, , selling a small amount of weed to one Tijuana Estuary, who's mom was our fucking housekeeper.
She raised me while you and Mom were off at fundraisers, et cetera.
You have put both purchaser and seller away in Anvers Correctional for twelve years!"
Del's heel tickled Reardon's scrotum, and he began gasping with intense desire
He knew he had to keep his hands behind his back, but he was so tempted to grab his penis!
"Well, Miss Estuary will be going to the Woman's prison, actually, dear—"
Irritated, Del reached over and knocked one of the mousetraps off the judge's nipple, and he rocked with pain.
"Oh, shut up! Yet you gave your golfing buddy, Wormwood Scrubs probation for beating his wife.
Wormy is such a slime ball—"
As she said this, Del began jabbing instead of massaging poor Reardon's cock.
As her indignation grew, she began kicking him lightly as well.
"And I know you also gave Holbein Tintoretto, head of the East Buttermilk Falls mob, a suspended sentence.
Yeah, when he put piano wire around the neck of—"
