I imagine you coming back from the office, in an elegant dress. I want to worship you. I want to stand naked, bare in front of you. You sit down and I...am on my knees, at your feet. I stare at your skinny, bony feet, moist and bruised after a long day. I kiss them gently, licking the slick leather. I can't get enough of that moist pantyhose odor. I take off your heels and massage your feet playing with each sexy toe, bringing them close to my nose and breathing in deep, pressing my lips against. I respect her too much," I replied."Yes. Just remember why we started this," he said. "Here come the ladies," he added, and that stopped the conversation.The girls put us to work helping to move everything outdoors, as it was still nice. They had decided on yet another outdoor eating adventure. Brenda was talking about the supposed costume ball, not knowing it was the real thing. I felt torn between warning her, and surprising her. She was an adventuresome person, I remembered. She should take. The transmission — collected from a communication satellite in Mars orbit by one of the many receivers on the Ballbuster and then recorded — began. Kathleen Condor, the latest anchor for the popular Satellite News Network appeared before him. SNN was widely accepted by Earthlings as the epitome of integrity in news reporting and had enjoyed a greater than forty percent market share of the news audience for more than a generation."Good evening," Condor said, looking seriously into the camera.. " Duh." I pointed at the computer. "I just want you to know I think about you too." I shrugged. "I mean like I finger my pussy and imagine it's you." Ashley, honey. You're my daughter, it's not right." Daddy, is it any worse doing it than thinking it? I mean, no one has to know." I tugged the towel loose and let it fall around my ass on the bed. "Or do you not like my body, daddy?" I looked up questioningly even though I already knew the answer to that."Shit, Ashley, you have a beautiful body.