"Here is your breakfast mas... mistress."I almost giggled at the gaffe, but thanked her for the spread. I always liked a big breakfast, this time the ...laves had prepared a big stack of pancakes, Toast, fresh melon, sausage patties, and a tall glass of Milk. Normally I'd polish this off without a second thought. Now, I felt sick thinking about this much food.Carly noted my temporary revulsion, "What's wrong mistress?" Nothing, I don't think I can eat this much anymore. It'd be coming out my ears. Her strappy high-heeled sandals came last, and with a dash of perfume and evening makeup, she was ready. They never even made it to the front door for dinner.Dan brought home flowers, and as soon as his eyes settled on her demure figure, standing at the end of the foyer, front leg on its toe, knee bent, and her hands on her hips, she had that dazzling smile that was Dan’s Achilles heel. Well, that and her legs, and her nice breasts, full, firm, and just right to hold onto. He set the flowers on. That way we'll get a stocking that's a nice tight fit."She rolled my trouser leg up and once again I felt her sensuous hands envelop my calf and thigh. She busily noted five or six measurements, before I was allowed to resume my seat beside her at the desk. "I'm going to order you a thigh-high, as it will be self-supporting. Black or beige?" I beg your pardon?" What colour do you want your surgical stocking?" Oh, I see. Er, well beige I suppose. Wouldn't do to go walking around in a black nylon. He started to get a little loud and joke about how the people on tv always have such wild sex scenes since the couple on tv had just had rough sex session and he told me that I shouldn’t get that excited since that would never happen. I was getting horny from the show since the woman was gorgeous and I started getting hard. I noticed he was also getting hard. I had always fantasized about incest and how it was sexy that a family could become closer by the acts of incest. I wasn’t gay and had.