He walked over to the mirror and turned around, judging himself harshly.
His ass wasn’t tight enough, his d**k listed to one side. He was skinny rather than cut. The red hair on his head was curling wildly because of the shower and he didn’t bring the product with him that Brian had bought to tame it. All in all, he was a mess. He went up the stairs with trepidation.
The moment of truth arrived. Robbie came over to the table and knelt down between Tom’s knees and laid his head against Tom’s package.
“Did you have a good evening, sweetheart?”
Robbie nodded nervously. “I made quite a bit of money. I need a bank account. I don’t want to keep all of this cash on me.”
“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll take care of it tomorrow morning.” Tom kissed Robbie’s hand. “What do you want for dinner?”
