Chapter Nine - Miss Ashley Duval
Reggie and I stroll arm and arm into the dining room. He’s not wearing a stitch and though his manhood has been well exercised over the afternoon, even after being drained of so much essence the nicely circumcised tip distractingly swings back and forth at mid thigh.
Anywhere else we would make for an incongruous sight, for juxtaposed against Reggie’s nakedness, I’m wearing a rather formal silk evening gown, light and flowing and most comfortable in the tepid evenings of the tropics.
Aperitifs are served. Dr. Stella joins us shortly followed by Dr. Helga. Reggie squirms a bit in discomfort, Dr. Helga glancing at his lengthy appendage with odd gaiety. I know her to consider such a specimen as a potential trophy. Within minutes, Mary, the physical therapis
