At your disposal always,
Tadeusz
No trace of emotion or judgment rippled through Mistress V’s face. She was an expert at keeping a poker face. She returned the letter to the envelope and slid it into her pocket. Tadeusz eyed her expectantly.
“Well,” Mistress V snapped and Tadeusz flinched from her hostility. “What have you been waiting for? Get undressed old man.”
Obediently Tadeusz fetched the duffel bag he brought and stripped before Mistress V’s stark gaze. He wriggled out of a blazer, which matched the color of his scarf. Lovingly he peeled off a mustard yellow turtle neck followed by a white undershirt. He folded the two into squares and carefully placed them on top of the blazer. His square-shaped chest was patched with wisps of white chest hair. Both stomach and breasts were fla
