My Master is already gone." Who was your Master?" asked Ken, who very much doubted that Mr. O'Donnell and he used the term 'Master' the same way."Mr. ...ichard Kavanagh," replied O'Donnell. "The former owner of this estate."Ken sat bolt upright, his mind whirring with all kinds of questions. There were so many questions about the Mansion -- not the least of which was the strange way the payment for it had been fed back into the the funds for running it."It feels different now," smiled O'Donnell.. ”“What about adding another person in your life?”“You. You, I think about adding. What does that mean to YOU?”“I dunno. Still figuring that out. You like your lifestyle.”“You like my lifestyle,” I returned. “At least you seem to...”“We can continue doing just like we’re doing, ‘ see each other when we can make the connection...”“Josh, you tell me you LIKE being on the river. You were talking about an expedition back to the Atchafalaya Basin, then up the Red River. I can’t deny you that...”Okay,. But on the other hand I have often wished, that I'd kicked her out that evening. At least my life wouldn't have become this roller coaster ride from despair to excitement, from love to contempt." Well, as I drove the car through the dark night, at first our crying died down, and then, of course, I wanted to know why. But she couldn't tell, because she didn't know. "It has absolutely nothing to do with you, like you being inadequate, or something," she said, "on the contrary, you're the best. His eyes were wide and seeing his predicament, I said “Would you like to join us?” Not speaking, he just nodded his head and walked over to where we were. I instructed him to take off his jeans. I watched him as he slowly revealed his massive cock. I smiled up at him saying “Wow! Have you got a permit for that? You are packing!” He just smiled shyly and walked over to me. I began stroking Rick’s cock and wrapped my fingers around Sam’s dick, pulling him to my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and.