I started rubbing her stocking legs and worked my down to her heels. She laid back and closed her eyes. I don't know if she was reliving the earlier e...ent or was in the present tense. All I know is I was getting harder by the second. Her breathing relaxed and I think she drifted off to sleep or just plain passed out. Still don't know...and frankly really don't care. All I know is I have a pair of sexy nylon feet in stilettos on my lap.....and she put them there. The door was open and I was. I don't know how long we remained like that – ten seconds, thirty seconds – but she gave me a generous amount of time to appreciate the way she looked before she changed tones. "Okay," she said parentally, without opening her eyes. "I'm taking a bath, and I would appreciate some privacy. Is there anything else you need?" Her tone of dismissal was unmistakable. I remained leaning against the bathroom vanity, unable to respond and unwilling to leave. Her breasts were definitely large, but they. My face was flushed with excitement and my cock was straining so hard against my jeans that I had to reach in and reposition it, so it was sticking up towards my belly. I felt a little shame at first. Why was I so hard? This wasn't my biological sister, I reasoned. This was a naked teenaged girl with a gorgeous pussy, opened up for my viewing pleasure. Even though her pussy was spread wide open, her slit was still tightly closed, except for a faint crack of an opening. Beside the sofa was a. Maybe she was; I remember the day Master fucked her in the bathroom of that car dealership. I was supposed to distract her husband, but he didn't seem all that interested in me. The rumor was that Beth left him because he couldn't satisfy her after Master fucked her.Beth bowed to us, murmuring, "Holy Sluts." Blessed Mother," I murmured back.It was amazing how, in the span of a few weeks, the trappings of religion were quickly springing up. 'Blessed Mother' was the title of any woman pregnant.