He’d already laid his own clothes on the bed, though he hadn’t changed into them yet. She and Jay stood waiting, naked, fresh from the shower, toweled off and tranquil. In theory. Henry had permitted the two of them hands-only play in the shower, which she suspected had been an attempt to settle their nerves. Jay had pressed her to the wall, water making her skin slick as skillful fingers pulled an orgasm from her. And then she’d plastered herself to his back, off center, her head resting against his shoulder, and stroked him to a beautiful climax. A better job than she’d done at the cabin, if she did say so herself. The strategy had worked for Jay. He stood with a quiet focus, watching Henry move, his cock at rest. He’d slipped into the proper mindset for tonight, the subservient watch-and-wait they’d practiced last night. But last night had been for fun. A dress rehearsal, with Henry teasing them with ridiculous commands and laughter sprinkled throughout their education.
