Chapter Thirty Five
A Gracious Nurse Devon
It’s Saturday morning. A gracious Nurse Devon has agreed to stop by with her scalpel and sutures. As Christy walks her loops, Nurse Devon and I confer at the corral fence.
“She turns an amazing shade of red this one. Marvelously embarrassed, girlishly shy,” Nurse Devon comments as indeed, Christy is very bashful in being so closely observed by a stranger while naked and bound.
The circular path brings Christy close by, n****e tassels fluttering with both the wind and the sultry footwork I demand. As the path turns, her nakedness brings a profile view. Nurse Devon assesses, Christy an equine at auction.
“Wondrous buttocks. Protruding but very soft, very feminine.”
“A pint of ice cream every night,” I counter. “Plus this daily mild exercise.
