Chapter Fifty One
More Adulation
Dinner is served and my stunning red cocktail dress serves me well. It is now Jim, not so much gawking, but certainly noticing in quite the lascivious manner.
Maid Christy serves formally as trained. The Chateaubriand is superb. A fine red wine is poured. With the third glass our chat becomes less constrained. As old friends and lovers there is no point in having reserved conversation. By the time Christy serves coffee and dessert, the words exchanged are sexually brazen.
“I haven’t ridden little Jim in a while,” leaving no doubt that I am referring to the household’s only functioning p***s.
“And little Jim is certainly in need of exercise,” my smiling bedmate responds. “And what of her? For your maid I assume it’s early to bed, early to rise to prep
