The New Jersey mansion of David Clark (the present)
A satiated chauffeur Gentry turns into the long drive leading to the vast mansion of David Clark. He looks in the rear view mirror to see his naked passenger kneeling between the opposing rear seats of the limo, hands as always obediently folded to the back of her head. He smiles, thinking of the training, to be able to facilely take his entire length, no annoying choking. He can’t help thinking, wife Trudy is not the only member of the family hesitant to offer head. He as well finds reluctance in oral sex. Marcia Clark is like a marital aid, he laughs to himself.
Pulling to the porte cochere, he stops the car, exiting to open and hold the door for the shamed faux chatelaine of the Clark mansion. A totally naked Marcia Clark steps from the back. With the sun setting, the evening air is cool. Gentry notes the crinkled nipples.
“Thank you for letting me suck your penis, Sir,” the voice docile and sincere.
“You’re welcome. Are you going to smile for me?” Gentry made aware of the libidinous protocol of her imprisonment. “Thought it would be untoward on Fifth Avenue. But David likes to you offer an appropriate greeting.”
The hands lower, the feet part, the thighs open. Fingers go to the smooth hairless pubes, pinching the outer labia and tugging left and right. In the gloaming of dusk, Marcia exposes her most intimate anatomy, flashing the pink of her inner labia and vagina.
“Good girl. Go to the kitchen. Trudy will feed you. Your Master David is entertaining. She may stay for dinner.”
Indeed, Marcia looks to see a familiar Mercedes parked in the near distance. It rankles, her one time best friend regularly visiting. It further disturbs that before the evening is out she will probably be requested to pose for the woman... though ‘requested’ may not be the appropriate term.
Gentry grabs the shoes, coat and wig. Marcia knows to return her hands to her head, enter and proceed to the kitchen. She is indeed hungry.
“Welcome home, Marcia,” cook Trudy greets with enthusiasm as Marcia’s bare feet pad the tile floor of the kitchen. “You must be hungry. David said you’d be having a busy afternoon.”
Marcia nods, immediately knowing to go to her knees. As Trudy presents her food bowl Marcia further lowers and kisses her shoes.
“Good girl. I’ve got lots of scraps for you. A full bowl.”
It’s telling that being fed like a dog is cook Trudy’s paradigm. Husband David simply laughed when first hearing of the deviant protocol his cook demands. He does not intercede. In his mind, wife Marcia must show respect for all.
Trudy withdraws her foot, bends and places the bowl on the floor. Marcia knows to partake, shifting and lowering her face to the bowl. Hands returned to the back of her bald head, using fingers to eat is not permitted. Trudy smiles in hearing the human canine take in the slop, water poured over the mess to make it appear insalubrious.
“I suppose you fellated, Gentry.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” mouth full, Marcia garbling the words.
“Yes, see cock... suck cock. Amazing what they did to you in that Chinese prison... that magical tongue... wrapping those lips around anything and everything. Showing your cunt. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
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