I knew him better than I knew the father of the girls, if that answers you.”I soaped the wash cloth and washed my mother’s back beginning at her n...ck and down past her waist line. I added more water and soap and washed her butt and between her legs as she parted them in a signal to continue. I heard her moan softly. I asked if she would wash mine.I asked her, “When did Gina come to bed?” I had turned to feel my back being washed. No wash cloth, by bare hands. It was as much a massage as it was. How do we have any privacy if there is no door?" Don't worry honey, everything will be fine. We'll just have to work it out. The k**s are almost grown any way. I'm sure they will understand."I looked at my sisters and they were trying not to laugh. Both of them have been trying to peek in on mom and dad having sex for the past 2 years. Mom makes a lot of noise when she is cumming and dad isn't that quiet either. But what thrilled me is that I have been spying on both of them and my mother since. I close my eyes and lay my head back against the cushioned seat as my clitoris throbs unabashedly and a yearning emptiness that craves to be filled wettens in anticipation. From beneath near closed eyelids I watch him as he strokes his thick stallion like cock, his huge glans throbbing with a boldness that is plainly visible even from this distance. I want to run, to disappear, but a part of me keeps me riveted to my seat. My muscles feel frozen, tensed, my breathing is ragged and deep and I. My assistant will be required to wear a modest, conservative blouse and skirt, or a dress of the same, including Friday during business hours. I strongly suggest comfortable shoes. She will address me as Mr. Blackthorn, or Sir, particularly with people present. I will show her the same respect and courtesy, Miss Anderson. Do you have any questions?” “No, Sir.” I was thinking, ‘What unusual hours, but think of all the time off, including being paid Friday, if I’m not needed. All I have to do is.