Daddy Fucked My Ass At The Rooftop Pool

The rooftop pool at the St. Regis was closed to the public after midnight. But my father Arthur had a key, and he wanted to swim. I wore a black bikini under my dress, and the city lights reflected off the water as he pulled me into the deep end. The cabana was quiet. The water was warm. And the only sound louder than the splashing was my heartbeat.