When you hear my car pulling up to the driveway, I want you in my room, sitting on the wooden chair, waiting for me. You will do that, my sweet boy, won’t you? Of course, you will.
I need you to help me undress. Those zippers in the back are so difficult for me to reach on my own. I mean, you did zip it up for me this morning, right?
Ah, there you are, dear boy. My feet are so tired from walking all day, let me sit there and you get on the floor and take off my shoes. Yes, like that. That’s my good boy. Ahhhh, they feel better already, but they would feel better if you massage them. Mmmmm. Yes, yes, like that.
Oh, I want to get into the shower to wash off the day, could you help me take off my clothes, please? (I know how much you enjoy it…I can see between your legs through your jeans how much.) Yes, this pesky zipper, please pull it down for me. Thank you, love… now help me out of it. No, lift it over my head.
Oh, look…you are right at my breasts now. Perhaps you can take off my bra, too. Yes, yes, like that. Now help me step out of my panties, dear one. Mmmmm, that feels so much better already. I am going to take a shower. You sit on the side of the tub in case I need some help.
Mmmmm, you made the water nice and warm for me. You gauge it so well…not too hot, not too cold. You know me so well, don’t you? Do you like watching me wash myself? Is it a turn-on to watch as I sponge the soapy lather over my breasts? Down my belly? Between my legs? I see you wiggling there on the ledge. Are you needing something yourself?
Why don’t you undress and climb into the shower with me? I seem to need some help washing my back.
That’s my good boy.
