Nothing heavy today.
I have a job.
To serve him.
To serve his pleasure.
To ease his stress.
So nothing heavy today.
No discussions about whether we'll survive.
Just sweet, light, softly sexy words
to remind him of the delight his treasure brings.
To remind him of his mistress
and his loving little girl.
We were cautious.
And he's clearly disturbed about himself.
But at least he played along.
And who can resist a fantasy about a vintage Cadillac Eldorado convertible?