Willie
I am in a funk, perched atop the table and made to perform the most intimate bodily function. And of course my traitorous p***s hardens to stone.
References are made to a procedure but I listen not. I focus on the beautiful Miss Chloe, standing before me with practically no covering...brief strings and tiny patches being the only attempt at modesty.
So when Miss Judy finally finishes the morning ablutions, I recklessly step from table to chair to pool deck with haste.
Come, Willie. Time for a swim, Miss Chloe gushes with enthusiasm, clapping her hands to encourage my response.
It is a most warm day in mid June and the rubber bindings tend to be stifling. So when Miss Chloe leads me by my leash to the shallow end, so I am eager to cool myself.
