Chapter Eight
The breakfast went on more rowdily than usual as the women reacted to the presence of their new s*x toy a bit adolescently. Madame observed this with wry amusement, taking it as a tacit endorsement of the need for some male energy in her estrogen-steeped environment. But now it was time to get back to important matters at hand, such as keeping her models in top condition and seeing if David could integrate into their usual workout. She and the models were all dressed in yoga pants and tank tops, affording them all a good deal more coverage than their new male companion as the quintet walked briskly down the hall ending in the master suite. The first door on the left led into a ballet studio floored in a high tech wrestling mat with mirrors on 3 walls and the spectacular Bay
