Chapter Five
“You performed your role exceptionally well this afternoon, my dear.” Michelson sat on a slatted wooden bench in the middle of the large, glassed shower chamber. His broad, bare back was perfectly upright, even in the warm, fragrant steam.
Helen, naked also, stood behind him, gently lathering his hair with castile shampoo from Kiehl’s Pharmacy, the same shampoo his nanny had used in his nursery. “Thank you, Sir. Sir, please lean your head back.” She placed her small, smooth hand on his forehead to shield his eyes and used the sprayer on one of the three shower heads to wash the soap from his hair with the other hand.
She replaced the sprayer in its holder, then walked around and knelt before him. He looked proprietarily, tenderly and, yes, erotically down at her. He could
