I kept staring at them both, thinking that mom was a slut lesbian and dad was a fag! I was glancing down at her crotch too, thinking about how much it...had just been fucked when I surprised myself by starting to get a little hard-on! I had a towel under me that I was sitting on and I pulled it up and covered my crotch (we were all still naked) and headed to the bathroom to let it calm down a little.That night, I went to bed in a room I shared with my brother and sister and I reached under the. Standing there was the delivery guy with a carton of beers and a bottle of white wine. He had a twinkle in his eye and looked & smelt amazing.He introduced himself, Jethro. He apologized for been so forward earlier and inviting himself over, I asked him if he had eaten and he said NO so I offered him a feed all I had to do was cook the steak. Jethro asked which drink was my drink of choice & I said wine. Jethro got two glasses from the shelf uncorked the bottle he brought and poured us a glass. Never look us in the eyes, speak only when spoken too -- answer with 'Yes, Master or No Master.' DO YOU UNDERSTAND BITCH?"I shook my head up and down as best and fast as I was able."Good you'll start by licking my boots."He took off my gag and eye coverings and pushed me down to his boots, I slowly began licking them clean. They were full of mud and dirt, and smelt pretty fowl."Undo her knee leathers." I felt my knee leathers being releashed."You're not doing a very good job and I don't want. "I'll crawl to your fucking bedroom!" Paul said.Lois giggled. "Not necessary." She sprang up, ran into a room down the hall, and came back pushing a straight-backed lightweight secretary's chair equipped with small round wheels.Paul helped as she half-lifted, half-pushed his body from the couch to the tiny chair. "These small wheels are going to be hard to push on that carpet!" Paul said."I'll manage. I got motivation!" she said.Pushing the chair didn't work, but Lois quickly figured out that.