Lady Constance again kneaded Boy’s testicles and Nancy’s attention was drawn as was mine to the free-swinging, pink bag.
“There’s coffee and toast for you, Doctor. If you care to stay, I am about to review a videotape. I believe you will find it of interest and certainly relates to the subject matter of your paper.”
Before I could reply, Nancy set a small table in front of my chair. I again had the opportunity to more closely examine her amazingly smooth skin and attempt to further satisfy my intellectual curiosity.
Whereas my initial impression told me Nancy was a teenager, a closer look revealed that she was older. The young age indicated by a quick glimpse of her hairless profile was deceptive. Despite her youthful, well-proportioned body, her eyes revealed a degree of maturi
