Chapter Nine
We continue down the hallway and pause at the entrance to an atrium. Mrs. Fenwick ties Henry’s scrotal cord to a convenient eyebolt screwed into the doorframe.
“Good boy,” she coos, tenderly brushing his p***s.
“Nurse Stevens will gather him up for a bit of exercise and then some lunch. As you can see Joan, I insist on keeping my males in good physical condition.”
And one had to agree. Henry was ‘tight’ in terms of male physique. I suppose that in gazing at his massive erection, one is distracted from other attributes. Henry is more than just well endowed between his legs.
I follow her through the atrium and then out a door into what I suppose could be termed the back yard of her estate...except it is the size of a commercial nursery.
Meanwhile, she continues her story a
