The amusing thing was there was actual gratitude in his voice. Slumping back beside me, his Master unzipped his jeans, exposing his swollen cock and b...lls. I reached over and grabbed the slave by his ear, twisting it hard and pulling him down until his face was buried in his Masters pubic hair. I ground him down, rubbing his face in the creases of Masters body, the warm sweaty groin area that he was about to administer to. His Master slowly stroked his engorged cock, occasionally slapping it. It was a very large rancher about a quarter mile off rural road 27. 5 bedrooms to be exact, and seperate three car garage filled with just "stuff". The inside definately looked like a bachelor pad. Nothing fancy, and he was somewhat of a pack rat. He was very jovial, talkative, and friendly. He gave me a tour, offered me a beer, and showed me all around. He had a library porn collection. He seemed very proud of it. I had also learned he had never been married, so he was also a life. Taking our drinks with us we went into the games room. There were dartboards on either side and in the middle a single pool table. Round the walls were rough seats, planks on drinks boxes. There were only two players, both in their thirties; a wiry black haired tattooed man and a slightly plump woman. They were just starting a new game, she was breaking and as I looked at her hands I noticed lots of gold rings on pinkish, slightly swollen hands. Her face had been good looking but drink had made. “Smack Smack.” The Pinata was hit in quick succession. Jenna could feel the Pinatafalling away at the bottom.Miguel could see his gift. Jenna’s fair skinned legs and the bottom of her school shortswere starting to show. Miguel grabbed at the paper and began to tear it away slowly. He could see more and more of the school girl body. Jenna still in the dark felt his hands sliding up and down her smooth legs. His hand swept over her butt then between herlegs. Involuntarily she tried to.