Chapter Twenty-Seven
No work out for Jack on Saturday. He’ll need his energy for a lasting erection.
He cleans house. I make him nap. At 5:00 p.m. I run water for his bath. At great cost, both plumbing and plumbers expensive in Manhattan, as with everything, I had an over sized tub installed.
I bathe Jack just as I have over the many years, posed on all fours as in cleansing a puppy, my soothing touch that of mother to child.
He’s docile, of course, absorbing my tenderness, hands smoothing every where, expressing ownership, exercising my thorough control.
I particularly enjoy handling those ripe plums, hanging so low after my many scrotal infusions during his developing years. Soft, thin, hairless flesh... so vulnerable to a woman’s touch. Jack lurches when I gently pinch his right t
