While all my repressed anxieties arestill there, my most prominent feeling is one of rising sexual passion, and I can feel my pussy juiceflooding into... my lace panties. On command we both step forward, and Dad begins to feel my breasts throughmy bra, caressing them gently, while I can see Robert doing the same to Katie, and both of them areshowering us with compliments about how beautiful and sexy we are.Robert suggests we compare our breasts, and both bras are removed so that our naked tit. " Until you faint? Isn't that a bit too much? Where did you get that idea from?" I watched the Marquis do it to another woman," I answered. "Only this once! Please, Mistress! Please, Master!" I sounded like a spoilt child begging for a sweet.They had asked. They had insisted I tell them. There was no point in asking and then ignoring my wish. They agreed to satisfy my request, but I could see that it was with some trepidation. What disturbed them was that they were supposed to whip me, and that. I said it was going to be a very difficult meeting, you know."The temperature on the balcony was going up, in more ways than one. When we started eating the open sandwiches, I took of my coat and loosened my tie. A little later I even rolled up my sleeves. We had a cold beer and snaps with the sandwiches, and while we were eating Henny flashed me a glimpse of her stocking clad thighs. I felt sure that she did this on purpose. When she got up from her chair to put away the plates, she flashed me. .”“I’m just too sexy,” I said, giving her a cocky grin.“You are,” she moaned, her thighs rubbing together. “But you’re my son. This is wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.”“That’s why we should do it,” I said, my hands stroking up her thighs, caressing her silky flesh. “That’s what makes this so hot. How wrong this is. It’s going to be incredible.”She licked her lips, shivering.I fell to my knees before her. I grabbed her legs, gripping her tight. I pushed her thighs apart. I stared at her wet.