I started to feel uneasy , a was bit shaky . Sitara was still doing the back of my thighs and she asked me if she could do my lower back. I said it ok...and she slowly held my hips and oiled just under the elastic band with her fingers just brushing my buttocks and also the hairs on top of my pecker.This is where i couldnt hold on and my penis started to grow inside my underwear.Sitara without informing me suddenly opened the showerand turned me around by my hips . She let me stand in the shower. As cliche as it sounds, I did in fact stare into his blue eyes, as we ate. I couldn't stop looking at him. He was all mine. Finally, all mine. "Brandon, I've never been so happy, in all my life." "Good, I'm glad. I love that you're here," he slurped spaghetti after saying that. It was so cute, so awesome, so wonderful to see, so wonderful to have. He's mine. "I love it, too," I said, as I took a bite of a meatball. "You're my whore, Aubrey." "Yes Master, I am." I think he said that, for. I felt my dick start to swell and I started groaning loudly.“Ugh…Oh yeah…oh...AHH…OHH…FUCK…OHHHHH!!!!!”My cock convulsed and I felt a jet of cum shoot out of me into Bobby’s rectum. I donkey-punched him hard in the back of the head, making him clench his ass around my cock. This made my orgasm even stronger and I pounded as hard as I could up his tight ass, filling his ass with what felt like a gallon of jizz. It felt like I was cumming for nearly a minute before I finally pulled my limp cock. He had been digging through the code and it's history and found something very interesting. It looked like someone else had a hand in that mysterious block of code, not just Jeremy. Another leak? Possibly. A sense of dismay grew in my stomach as I considered, did Jeremy have a secret Master? Steve mentioned something thought up by Ken Thompson called "Reflections on Trusting Trust" which implied you can never really tell who is the Master of who in situations like this. We agreed to meet Peter.