***
“Now Douglas, do you have to go potty?”
Having cuddled with Roger as we quietly sip, deliberately letting his thoughts effervesce, I too gaze at my kneeling naked houseboy. I have not yet offered a morning trip, positioned him kneeling over a basin so I know he is full, and the urge makes it difficult to remain motionless.
Will Roger watch? In his thoughts I am sure he by now realizes that for both my naked males, what they see here, what they do here, will remain here.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Douglas speaking for the first time, his altered speech alarming Roger.
I arise from the bed as does Roger.
“Put the tray down. Come,” taking his nostril leash as I note Roger begins to dress.
“Not staying for breakfast?” I forcefully inquire.
“I... I...”
He stammers.
“Douglas is an adequate cook
