Chapter Thirty Nine
Contact - A Man!
Friday evening, after Christy serves me dinner, I retreat to the den, instructing her to bring in her rice for feeding.
I log onto the internet and check the spy ware message which tracks Christy’s internet footprints. Nothing. Now that Christy knows I have access to her email, she sends no messages. And I suppose in frustration, she has finally given up trying to log onto those lurid Fem Dom websites. Or it could be that since she’s living the life... viewing it portrayed on a computer screen no longer brings a decadent thrill.
But the ‘ho hum’ is broken by an email in my account. An old friend, male, from a different time, different place. He’s visiting the city and wants to have dinner.
Jim is vanilla but very open minded, for some reason qui
