Chapter Fourteen
“I’ll need a chair, straight backed, from the dining room will do,” I advise as the budding dominatrix hands me a wad of cash. I don’t count it; reasonably assured the women would not short change me.
Jack is accustomed to rituals. I don’t want him overly distracted. I am confident he will adequately perform for me... more than adequately. But there is no point to chancing disappointment. Consistency is important.
So I will milk and masturbate him as I have been doing for many years. Sitting on my lap, absent is my nurse’s uniform, but fully clothed. He’s adaptable to that extent.
I stuff the money in my bag and grab the tube of unguent and a towel. As the chair is positioned, in the living room where the cadre of women can observe, some needing to stand afar in the ad
