Chapter Thirteen
We sit at adjacent sides of the table to maintain eye contact during our lunch. A prandial discussion ensues, interrupted on occasion by Mrs. Fenwick’s attentive hand pressuring a squeeze bulb quite similar to that used in her study.
As with Henry, our naked centerpiece not only has wires connected to the back of his hood but appears to have also been plugged with an inflatable insertion. Mrs. Fenwick dutifully pumps to ensure that he remains firmly erect over our relaxing meal.
“So Esobar’s girl friend seemed to enjoy the domination of the male?” I prod my fetching hostess, attempting to draw her attention away from the task of assuring the tumescence of our decorative table setting and back to her story.
“Yes, while Miss Salma ‘rode’ his face, I heard her describi
