We have an offer for you. It sounded like Simon agreed, so Oriana waved Cal and Beth over and led them unseen towards the stairs and upstairs. No one will touch you, but we will look at you closely.” To be honest, that sounded a bit dangerous, so it immediately turned me on. When I stood outside Simon’s door at 7, my skin smelled and felt like a freshly diapered baby’s bottom. Then I went to the familiar chair and pulled my shirt over my head. Please come down. I imagined being at the doctor’s and undressing for an examination. I briefly lowered my gaze to the floor so that Oriana, who was approaching me, couldn’t read my own desire for her husband in my eyes. I stood up and turned around. Sure. “Would you please put your hair back and rest your arms on the armrests?” The polite sentence, shaped like a request, was underlaid with a mocking note in Cal’s voice that made him sympathetic to me.
