Edward stood there in his underwear, a slight tent pole forming in the front of his jocks. He looked though the keyhole, saw a slave boy sprawled in a chair beside a four-poster bed. “Standard Bath?”
“Yes” the nine year old replied.
Edward stood there in his underwear, a slight tent pole forming in the front of his jocks. He looked though the keyhole, saw a slave boy sprawled in a chair beside a four-poster bed. “Standard Bath?”
“Yes” the nine year old replied.