Let her return to work

“Party pooper,” replied Xabar. “You feed a starving man food, but you don’t give him all the things he needs to truly survive!”

Glynda giggles. “You must go ahead and gorge yourself on food for now. I’ll let you satiate your other hunger in a couple of hours.”

With a quick kiss on the cheek and one more squeeze of the crotch, Glynda takes the empty tray and leaves.

As Xabar eats, he feels a general sense of well-being returning to him, but he also feels a growing horniness. Glynda’s presence and promise of action, not to mention her hand between his legs, put him in a growing mood for some playtime, and despite his many admirable virtues, patience was not among them.

He absently glanced out the window, where the streetlights show the quiet evening activities below. He glanced at the clock. Two more hours before Glynda would be done with work. What to do to fill the time?