Chapter Thirty
A Saturday Night Of Leisure
Having stopped on the way home for takeout, gourmet for me, nothing more than boiled rice for Christy, plus ice cream to plump those buttocks, I have my houseboy/maid serve me in the dining room, practicing proper etiquette. Utensils arranged, I have her curtsying, serving from the left, picking up from the right. She’s naked, of course, just cuffs and collar, and I have fun smoothing my hand over the exposed portion of her hairless sac, trying to distract her from her duties.
“Those boys thought you very pretty today, Christy.”
My reminder brings another blush. In exiting the beauty shop, finger and toe nails gleaming in what I would crassly term ‘f**k me red’, face painted to attain a level of enticement as only a professional artist can ach
