Chapter Twenty
A naked form shuffles from the galley of the sleek Gulfstream jet, steel bands about the elbows, wrists, thighs and ankles, matching neck collar gleaming in the cabin lights. Rhonda Flamboise peers in both curiosity and desire. Curious as to where and how someone so youthful would offer himself in servitude. With her penchant for adult babies, she’s desirous of placing the girlish buttocks in diapers.
The lad serves, the mandated elbow bands loosely tethered behind his back to restrict much movement, slim chain secured to his right ankle band to make him one with the cabin. Both Supervisor Rhonda and Deputy Marshal Linda Rankin reach to take an offered glass of Chablis.
“I’d like to take this one home, put him in a diaper,” Rhonda mirthfully admits.
“To our first commis
