Daddy's home, and little Anaïs is in for a shock. She thought she was alone, but as she sits on the couch, her hand sneaking into her panties, she hears footsteps. Quickly, she tries to compose herself, but it's too late - Daddy opens the door. "What are you doing, Anaïs?" he asks, his voice stern. She blushes, her small breasts heaving as she stutters, "N-nothing, Daddy." But he knows better. He steps closer, his gaze dropping to her hand. "Show me," he demands, his voice low. Anaïs hesitates, then slowly, she slips her hand back into her panties, her eyes locked with her father's.