Chapter Twenty Six
The Envelope
As had been intended by her proposition, Bernard Lambert was soon obsessing over their conversation of a few nights previous, unable to shake a growing desire to experience what she had offered to him.
As demeaning as he considered it to be.
For some reason he found the image of himself, as he knelt before and stroked his c**k while she looked on, impassive and untouchable, deliciously perverse; even if he knew it would be impossible to accept such a state of affairs and retain his dignity as master of the household.
An acceptance of her offer he knew was proscribed to him, both by the position he held in her regard and his own self-respect – remaining off limits to him, despite her assurances that what she suggested was a: “perfectly natural activity f
