I looked around the room. My phone rang as Helen and I rode the elevator to my apartment. “Tell me how much you missed your mistress,” I commanded, smearing some of Helen’s juices across her face with a thumb. “How about it, pet? Have they been treating you well?”
Unable to respond with her mouth full of pussy, Bobbi simply nodded, the jerks of her head slow but plainly visible. There was no lock on the door, and she wasn’t allowed the privilege of anyone knocking. It leads me to entertain the possibility that this has nothing to do with Roger.”
That would have been the day after the board meeting… the evening I slept with Carla. I could understand where Bobbi was coming from. It made my heart beat faster. Seeing her in distress on occasion was cathartic. Bobbi had one job—to be at my beck and call.
