Find out for yourself, he smirked, looking down at me. I fished out his cock and discovered it was already hard and ready for action, but I took it be...ween my lips anyways. I bobbed back and forth on his gorgeous cock in my own kitchen with my dominant daughter, my Mistress, upstairs. It was nerve-wracking, yet equally exhilarating. As I continued to deep throat his iron hard rod, I pondered how I had a son as a Master and a daughter as a Mistress, and how it could all fall apart in seconds.. ?Ahh, you're a retifillic; why am I not surprised'. I honestly didn't know what she was talking about. My expression must havetold her as much. ?The boots' she gestured curtly. ?Oh' I lamely replied as it dawned on me that retifism must be boot worship. ?Yes that's me', I grinned nervously. I stood there half in the doorway, the silence settling around me like a shroud. I desperately wanted to, I don't know, impress her perhaps, and make her seethat I was a genuine devotee, that I had. He just sat there, filled with shame. "I am so sorry Louisa, I...I don't know what came over me, I really don't." He meant it but even as he spoke, he felt his cock begin to harden again at the sight of her stood there in her panties and cum stained tee, her tear stained face looking back at him."Sick..." She mumbled as she turned and fled out of his room. He didn't go after her afraid of what he'd do if he did. He was sick, she was right, she was his baby, his beautiful girl, and he had. In the kitchen I rinsed the bucket and wiped it dry. Put it in the pantry and when I got out I saw her. She was in her backyard, wearing a white T-shirt and khaki cargo pants. She was moving empty boxes out of the house. She has a bit of a tan, Latina I thought but I was not entirely sure. That must be my new neighbor Angela. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat down on my back deck. Lovely day today. The sun is out and the air is still nice and fresh. I should get up earlier more often.I.