"Didn't thank your master" I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you for farting in my face, Sir"Jeff wanted to let out another one. "Want another one boy?"Ray though... it would be really torturing, but really delicious.. "Yes, Sir"With that, Jeff let out the other one, which was shorter, but rougher and richer.Jeff grabbed a hand full of his cocksucker's soft hair. He'd always liked to grab his blond hair and have fun with him! He started to rub the boy's face along his already-hardening cock, and on his. “It is gonna be a slow weekend Brady,” she said. “My clients are all busy somewhere else, I’m sure the MSU/Ole Miss game. We’re too far south to be enjoyin that kind of traffic. But I won’t have to worry about unruly frat boys.”“So,” I said, why didn’t you just set up shop in Starkville. (Wilma was a multi-tasker, worked at the cabinet factory during the day, the motel at night and after hours did some hooking). Rolling her eyes she said, “You know me Brady, it’s all return on investment. If. After a few minutes, I heard some noise coming from upstairs but thought nothing of it until I got up to go pee. When I went up there to use the bathroom, I noticed a slightly open door and I looked in the room and saw Leslie with a guy on top of her. I knew right away that she was fucking him but I couldn't take my eyes off of them. She looked so happy and that's when she looked over at me, winked and motioned for me to come in the room. I went on inside and stood there, watching her get. As he got closer another queer thing happened. A rush of relaxation rolled over her. There was no need to worry. She was safe here. “What ... what’s happening?”“Interesting. I was about to ask you the same thing. Are you my sex slave yet?”“Wha?” She would have come back with some kind of retort, but his words weren’t quite registering right then. The only thing she saw was the pulsing of the crystal and the strange energy that seemed to emanate from it. The words did echo in her head, and while.