James was about to respond with the now automatic âyes, Sirâ, but quickly bit his lip as he registered the manâs first command, hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt and letting it flutter to the ground. His eyes remained trained on Griffin, trying to anticipate the younger manâs next move.
Griffin noticed James holding back his words and he smiled. "Good job." He said and rewarded the man with a little shoulder rub. He kicked away the shirt that lay next to their feet. "Now take your pants off." He said, his voice low. "Slowly."









