Perhaps it wouldn’t be quite so bad. The three upper-class girls looked on and wondered how bad it could get; the very thought of hanging their nake...d bottoms over the edge to piss or shit (though they didn’t actually think ‘those’ words) was unimaginable. Or would have been a few hours ago. Only a few hours ago, they would have seated themselves on a china pot and one of these servants would have reached round to wipe them. They were under no illusions that the three servants had, if not risen. Sometimes I wondered if I was going crazy, or if he was the product of my imagination in response to some emotional need. It was true what I told him, that lately I was having feelings that I couldn't process appropriately. I was starting to crave that forbidden sexual relationship that I had enjoyed with him all those years ago. But he was gone now, and I couldn't have that anymore.Up until he had died, starting in my teen years, I had been having sex with my father. It began so innocently, so. ."Do you want me to fuck you, Heidi?", I ask in my deep baritone voice. "YES!", it is a forceful whisper from between your clenched teeth!!! Slowly you feel just the head of my penis inside of you. "Say it!!!!", I demand. "FUCK ME!!!", you scream and once said I thrust my member all the way home, deep inside of your wet yearning vagina! I withdraw and make you wait then, SLAM, I drive it into you again with such force that our flesh makes that sticky, sweet, slapping sound! I do this over and. . he started to suck my cock...I had to stop him... or it would have been over before I had achange to explore him....I suggested that we get out of our wet pants and hang them todry...what a sight him standing there with 7" sticking out of hisjockeys, shirt and tie, shoes ....with that I went to the gym doorand locked it.I stood there just drinking in all 6'4" of Mark. It seems he hadsome a lot of growing up in the last few years and a lot ofdiscovery of himself and his sexuality.I walked.