Chapter 2: Chapter 2

As the man placed the tray on the ground, he also offered his right hand. "Thank you, my lord," the footman said as he straightened up and wiped his brow with his sleeve. "What can I get you this morning?A cup of tea perhaps?"

"No, thank you, my lord," the footman repeated as he handed the tray to Bob. "But if you don't mind, I'll take a cup of tea myself. I'm parched after all."

A chuckle rippled through the group and they sat in silence, each contemplating their own thoughts.The footman pared away his trunks and displayed a neatly groomed cock, large and impressive. "Do you think I could get that down my throat, my lord?" Bob asked, his voice cracking as he swallowed hard. "I think I could manage it with a little effort.I'd like to see you try."

Colin chuckled again and shook his head. "You really are a sight for sore eyes, my dearboy. I hope you don't mind me saying so, but you've put on a bit of weight since we last met. Tis the season, I suppose." Bob smiled despite himself and cupped his chin in his hand, gazing up at the ceiling like a child. "And how is my little Hazel today?" he purred, stroking his beard again."Oh, she's doing well, thank you, my lord," the footman said again. "Though she's a bit distracted by all the guests. They keep asking her to dance which is making her late for her luncheon, you know how she hates being late."

"Distracted by all the guests?