Chapter Six
Friday night, Andrea helps with my makeup, doing my nails, grooming my hair... in silence of course. I have a date with attorney David. A mournful Octavio, though now accepting the presence of my feminized maid/husband, is a little put off by this element of my lifestyle. He sits watching in quiet adoration as I like to slip my robe from my shoulders, displaying my breasts. This brings arousal... to my well hung bull stud... to my permanently chastised husband.
I’m such a temptress.
“You’ll be fine, Octavio,” I counsel. “Andrea will make you a nice dinner... and there’s a good soccer game on television. Have her lick and massage your feet while watching,” knowing my words bring dual conflagration.
It’s sort of a test. Though I know Andrea will do as told... must do as told
