Chapter Twenty-One
Entering our apartment, again disappointed with the absence of neighbors in the 15th floor hallway, the midnight hour appears.
“It’s late, Jack, get your hood.”
While Jack retrieves, I glance at his schedule.
“You have Mrs. McConnell at 1:00 and Mrs. Iorio at 3:00 tomorrow afternoon. Both husbands will be playing golf so work out early and make sure you’re on time.”
I have Jack work out most mornings before making his rounds cleaning toilets. It’s basically more CFNM, the women insisting that Jack, remaining in his chastity device, offer his services in the nude. Husbands can be an annoyance during a woman’s harmless yet libidinous recreation, therefore the times must be strictly adhered to and the coordination precise.
It amuses me that for two hours work, perhap
