Chapter Six
My Mistress lay inert on the table for perhaps half an hour as I caressed her arms and legs and stomach and flanks while she periodically emitted a pleasant sigh that sounded to be of contentment. At last she stirred and opened her eyes, gazing at me with outright fondness as she declared,
“I had not expected for your service to me to be of such high quality the very first time, naughty boy. Your stepmother seems to have prepared you amazingly well for the kind of attention to a woman’s needs that I demand. Your c*********s, your f*****g, and most especially your massage are all well within the requirements for myself and my cabal. I see by the clock that we’ve been in this room over two and a half hours; how much of that was erotic and how much therapeutic?”
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