I stood there stunned. I couldn't believe he could just stop like that much less me wanting him to continue.I dried off and headed out of the shower i...to the locker room -- but he was gone. I was so pissed and thought "The next time I see him, he was going to hear it."A month went by, then two then three. What happened to Marty?I couldn't believe there were times I was missing him. Or was it the experience I was craving?Then one day, Marty was there. I asked him where he'd been. He said his job. Carlton’s last breath was blocked by the final thrust of the dildo. Arabella sighed contentedly as the dildo came out with a ?pop?. With a snap of her gloved fingers, Henri crawled over to lick the blood and shit that had dripped from the corpse and dildo unto her boots. Arabella smiled. It was time to teach her next student. Richard jerked against his chains as Arabella walked over towards him. ?Did it feel good to have that pretty little mouth around that small dick?? Arabella taunted. One rule was on clothes in the house. The boys wanted to be nude most of the time, but I nixed that. We set 'clothing optional' areas of the house - including the pool - and everywhere else they had to be wearing at least pants. And to ensure everybody had a chance to take a day off if they were too tired or too sore to fuck anymore, if you were wearing pants with a belt, you were off limits.Much to my own shock, I hadn't worn a belt around the house since we set the rule.I was managing to keep. “Hmmmm I see well, let’s see. Perhaps you could think that you have just secured the most lucrative, successful deal ever. An advertising blitz that will never be equaled by anyone else but you; a deal that will make you a legend in the field, a household name to all, and one that you could write your own ticket to whatever you desired.” Mr. Allen was saying.The whole time John was starting to actually smile bigger and bigger. Not the fake one he put on everyday but an actual genuine smile..