Michael
James stands, his back to the fire, gazing into space. Charlotte enters dressed, not exactly provocatively but…
She’s touched up her make-up…
Bare feet…
The sweater she wears is warm enough for the weather, but low-cut, with a hint of cleavage. She glances down to me on the couch, then to him. “Master, are you busy with anything right now?”
He smiles, a casual expression. “Not particularly, Charlotte. What’s on your mind?”
She moves closer to him, looking up into his face, then she drops her head, looking down. Her hair, released from the usual ponytail hangs long and loose, swaying to her waist.
Lol!
Pretty transparent intentions…
My c**k stirs…
How the f**k does she do that?
I set my book to one side. It wasn’t holding my attention anyway. Fun and frolics with my wife
