They were both naked, and I should say that our father is not very well endowed, not like you.As to mother, well, I shouldn’t say this about our own...mother, but if I had to be objective, by anyone’s standards she is an extremely attractive lady. Her pussy was bald and she had huge tits. She looked fantastic. She wore a metal collar while she was serving him in their playroom dungeon. I’ve never seen her wear that around the house, I never had any clue that they lived an alternative BDSM. So June had been a VERY tough month. My raiding military bases, threatening nuclear warfare, and trying to covertly exert maximum pressure on the Government had stressed everyone in my families. The public, media and religious organizations had not made our situation any less stressful, and the religious nutcases had been very real dangers. I haven't written much about it, but being in public had never been restful as too many people kept reacting strongly to me.The President had capitulated -. "I have to get to Sunday School," I said aloud, "but I think we should talk later. I think the deacons need to be aware of what's happened, but I'm willing to entertain other options."I left my intentions vague. Larry had a nominating committee meeting that was scheduled for two hours that afternoon. Sarah and I agreed to meet during that time to discuss the situation further. She acquiesced to my suggestion that we meet upstairs in an adult Sunday School room, where the chairs were not. Leaning over he whispered, take off your shirt. Without thinking I pulled my shirt off. Using his other hand, Bill rubbed my chest, then circled each nipple. I felt like I was in a trance. After a few minutes, Bill said, it'll feel better if your legs were wider. Take off your pants. My heart pounded as I pulled them off. It felt weird being naked in public, but I liked what Bill was doing. After pushing my legs wider, Bill leaned over and kissed my right nipple. It felt like an electrical.