Chapter Eight
As we left the kitchen to be cleaned by the overtly sweaty and satisfied Nina and headed down the hallway to the next venue for my training, Jacqueline remarked drily,
“Well, it seems like our naughty boy rather fancies our adorable little chef and maid, am I right? I thought so...such a wayward man-slut he turns out to be, just like the vast majority of his gender compatriots. How appropriate that the remainder of our morning is going to be spent having a very...detailed and challenging conversation with his ass and testicles. He can think of my impending domination of his virginal back passage as symbolizing the ultimate violation of his most private space. After all, there are some very good reasons why the expression ‘f****d in the ass’ implies the worst possible fate
