I was surprised that after a bit, the jock's cock went soft as he whimpered in my ear, clearly giving in to the pleasure my friend was serving. I knew...he wanted to enjoy it and my friend kept saying me how great his ass was, so I stepped aside and watched for a bit. Watching my 5′6 friend turning a 6′ ripped jock with an 8.5″ dick into his bitch was so hot, Watching the jock beg for more as my friend fucked him harder than he’s ever fucked me was too much for me to handle and I shot my load on. The Chief said, "Scared me too. Thought we swerved to miss that shipping container." Shipping container?" Andrea asked. "What shipping container?"Looking forward, because the helmsman wasn't, the Chief stuck a fist with the thumb out pointing over the stern. Sure enough ... shipping container ... orange with barely readable NIKE letters ... bobbing in the wake."That one," he said. " ... Admiral? Don't tell me you didn't see it." Ok." Ok?" I won't tell you," Andrea said.David came bounding out. Lucas looked skeptical, but Ed grinned. If he didn't know the exact plan, he had a damn good idea." When Lucas finished, we took the van and hit the road. The drive to the Red Dot Market took about fifteen minutes.Once inside, I hung around the coffee machine until the place was empty. "Are you Dale Thompson?" I asked."That's me, what can I do for you?" You can accept service of this court order." I handed him the fake court order."What is this all about?" he asked. Like most people he was too. I positioned myself in front of Master, my legs tucked under me so that I was sitting on my heels, feet together, knees slightly apart. My hands rested on my thighs with my palms upturned, my head bowed and my eyes on the floor. “What is the purpose of your existence, Slave?” he asked me. “To obey you, Master.” I replied. “Kneel up and lower your head.” He ordered. I did so and he told me to hold my hair up. When I did Master leant forward and fastened the beautiful silver chain, bearing his.