Chapter Forty-Nine
Yes, it’s the Waldorf! And indeed I walk Jack about the capacious suite... naked, erect and leashed. Had years ago I known of Mrs. Lipton’s penchant, it would have been so easy!
“Enough,” a smiling Mrs. Lipton declares, eyes glued in watching Jack’s subordinated p***s bob about. “I think we’re in agreement. Let’s talk terms.”
Well entertained by Jack’s ten inches and my directing hand, she nods to a bar in the corner of the Park Avenue enclave.
“You’ll find a fine bottle of Chardonnay, should you care to pour. If not to your liking, pick your own poison.”
Yes, spoken as a Las Vegas show girl, I conclude.
I hand Mrs. Lipton the leash and move behind the bar as encouraged. There is a bottle in the refrigerator. I open and decide to join her, noting she’s rather bris
