The boy would arrive for breakfast naked. They wouldn't even have to wait for that afternoon's Introduction & Investiture to see him in all his glory,...so to speak.When Mark entered with the submissive golden-haired slave in tow, a cheer went up. Word had spread that this one was a real hottie. And Jimmy did not disappoint! What was not expected was the way the boy was restrained. With his wrists bound to the back of his slave collar, the little twink was on full display. And even had he been. As he stayed where he was he looked at me and smiled again.I looked straight ahead and saw a small bulge in his pants and knew exactly what he wanted in return, I stood up and moved slightly forward, I ran my hand over his groin and he stood up straight, his arm went around my waist as he pulled me closer. Our lips locked together as his other hand cupped my breast, I rubbed him.His cock was already erect as I buffed him, he pulled apart and his lips went onto my neck as his hands were feeling. I listened to my gut. Sheila acted.In hindsight, it is all obvious. My catalog went out bearing both the names Mistress Cynthia and Sheila Schwartz. If anyone wanted to look for both, there was a chance that person would look for either. If you looked for Sheila Schwartz, you would get a twelve year old review of her Lincoln Center performance and our wedding announcement. Guess which the normal misfit would follow up.To be sure, not all the attention was unwelcome. It is rather flattering if a. I decided better not rough him up too bad. Still seated on the bench, I order him to his knees. “Suck”, was all I said. Benji grabs my throbbing meat in his right fist, and proceeds with an 'ok' servicing of my thick jock meat. The site of his small mouth, stretched over the thickness of my shaft made me leap and throb as he went up and down—only about half way. But fuck it—it was wet, and he had just the right amount of pressure. I figured he prolly had practiced a bit on his older bro.