Weeks can stretch in ages. Everyone was suffering in quarantine but James knew he was suffering more than most. His knuckles were raw, his knees ached, his cock caused him crippling pain every time it twitched. He had never been happier.
It wasn’t the release his new mistress provided that made him glow with pleasure. It was a highlight, but it wasn’t the point. It was the service. It was knowing that his service made her happy. It was knowing that slowly he was becoming part of her life. Everything she touched he to had touched. Everything she wore he got to see as she dressed. Every inch of her body he had been allowed to worship and he was proud to have earned that honor.
He glanced up from the granite tiles he was scrubbing. She was leaning over the counter scrolling through something on her phone. He paused to admire her long lean legs. He had seen a lot of those legs over the last month, Julie’s favorite round the house attire was only tight high cut satin panties and a baggy t-shirt. James liked to think she chose those outfits just for him, of course he wasn’t sure if they were her favorites before he entered her life, but either way he admired them.