Chapter 7 Lustful Desire

"Keith, what are you thinking about? Help me to the bed now!"

It wasn't until this moment that I finally jolted back to reality.

"Okay, Mrs. Hayes. I'll do just that."

In confusion, I waved the dildo subconsciously.

"What about this thing?"

Mrs. Hayes was even more embarrassed.

She glared and scolded me angrily.

"What sort of question is that? I told you not to pick it up! But you turned a deaf ear!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

I threw the dildo on the tiled floor.

Afterward, I kicked it and it slid back under the washstand.

At this moment, Mrs. Hayes's anger and embarrassment eased up a bit.

"Please help me to the bed now."

It took some minutes before we finally got to the bedside.

"Thank you, Keith. You can leave now."

"Ma'am, are you all right? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"No, there would be no need for that. I'll just have a rest."

"Mrs. Hayes, I want you to know that a tailbone injury can worsen if you don't get timely treatment.

There are two ways in which you can stop the pain.

You either go to the hospital to consult an orthopedic surgeon or find someone to give you a good massage."

Mrs. Hayes's eyes widened in horror.

"Is it that serious?"

"Yes, it is. I was in the army, an old military doctor taught me some medical skills and traditional massage techniques."

"Can you give me a massage? I'm too shy to go to the hospital in this state."

"Yes, I'd be glad to help. Please lie prone on the bed. I will massage your tailbone. Don't worry. You'll feel better soon."

Her cheeks blushed once again.

She looked at the bath towel on her body and then at me.

"I have to put on some clothes first. It will be inappropriate to be naked while..."

"I understand. Since you can't walk on your own, do you need my help to get dressed?"

"Please help me get a purple nightgown from the walk-in closet, and then bring me... Bring me a bra and panty from the drawer."

"Okay, coming right up. Just wait a minute, ma'am."

I quickly went to the walk-in closet.

There were dozens of luxurious pairs of shoes, not to mention countless clothes.

It took me several minutes of fruitless search before I found the wardrobe for pajamas and nightgowns.

I picked a black G-string in a daze.

Then, I picked up a black bra to match the G-string.

A thought suddenly occurred to me and I couldn't resist it.

I slowly put the underwear under my nose and sniffed them hard.

The faint fragrance of laundry detergent intoxicated me.

I did this for a while before going out.

In the bedroom, I saw Mrs. Hayes standing and holding the dressing table with one hand.

"Ma'am, please change your clothes. I'll wait outside. Just give me a call when you are done. I'll come to give you a message to get rid of your pain."

She nodded and glanced at the clothes in her hand from the corner of her eye.

"You... Why did you pick this one?"

I was taken aback by her question.

"I just picked it randomly without paying attention. If you don't like it, I can change it for you."

A coquettish and knowing gleam shone in Mrs. Hayes's eyes as she stared at me.

It seemed like she saw through my lie.

"That won't be necessary. I'll make do with what you have picked."

As she spoke, she looked at the G-string in her hand.

"Keith, please go out first. I'll call you when I'm done dressing up."