Re: In praise of Emily

Dear God,

Mags looks splendid. The girls giggle and I sit in the lounge and watch a catwalk show. There are four or five outfits, all very sophisticated and tasteful. This must have cost Em a few thousand pounds and it signals her complete conviction about what we are working towards. What can I say, designer pencil skirts, a very tasteful black leather dress, top of the range jodphurs and other casual wear that make the best of Mags lovely figure. There are black basques and lacy underwear, new boots and high heeled shoes. Mags is wearing a new Cartier Divan watch on dark burgundy red leather strap. It is exquisite stuff! James serves drinks and nibbles. He is on some kind of high, admitting that his mother is a sex queen. He must be riding relief from the day or something! I ask Emily whether he was a problem after she got home and she smiles.

‘No sweetness- I took him out of his cage and wanked him off for being such a good boy with Duncan. I made him spurt over my pussy and then had him lick it up.’
‘Did he like it then?’I smile.
Emily shoots me a silly boy smile. Of course he liked it. He loved it and started garbling and fantasising about the holiday. Duncan should be inside her morning, noon and night! ‘But that’s alright isn’t it sweetie…better his dick than your tiny windy.’

Today had a wobble in the middle. There was James’ little interlude and then a moment’s doubt for yours truly. But it ending on a high. James looks the happy servant he really does.It is as if he has decided something at last. It is as if he has found his vocation.