Chapter Twenty-Three
It’s the thrill of Sunday, I tell myself, feeling my hands tremble on the steering wheel. Some challenges then release... so Miss Marsha explained. Yet the quaking is more likely due to the weeks of forced chastity, absolutely no climax... no hormonal release.
There also come thoughts of tomorrow, Monday... a stressful day... but perhaps a day of relief as well. I will be resigning from Spencer Power Tools.
Yesterday, before napping, wife Linda indeed forwarded the email from Miss Marsha. I watched cringing with concern as she slept, somewhat enraged, then later resigned to what is effectively blackmail.
It seems the bed time respite with Johnny, the hour or more of forced homophilia, was videotaped. And done so in such a manner, close ups of Johnny’s tiny p***s,
