I mean, I can’t even blame the bitch for that,” Amber shrugged with a scowl on her face. “I mean, you are super hot, Davey.”“Yeah, well, she...can want me all she wants. But she ain’t getting it!” I declared firmly.“Nope! She isn’t! There’s no way in Hell that am I letting some whore fuck my brother!” Amber agreed, her emerald green eyes flashing possessively.“Anyway, we don’t even know if that’s even what she wants. For all we know, it’s money or something,” I added as a bunch of horrible. There is something about Master’s confidence, the way he dominates people without intimidating them, almost willing them into submission that attracts people to him. Megan needs to be dominated, she needs to serve a black Master, and she wants your Master. She strokes Master's cock, playing with his head before returning her hand to his balls. You stiffen; “ I want Master’s cock in my hands, playing with is balls. Get your slutty hands off my Master; you’re not good enough. She was always pretty for me though, I remember telling my mom that she was pretty when I was a k**. When I was a teenager I started masturbating to porn as every other teenage. Some years after only masturbating to porn, in 2016 I heard of a song called Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez, and since I liked her other and older songs, I decided to give it a try, notice that I was not a fan so I didn't know about this song for months. Then I watched the official music video for that song and when I. I fold it gently, carefully and place it on the foot of the bed. You watch my every movement. Not commenting. Not critical. I stand next to the bed. My gaze still lowered, and my long black hair covering the upper slopes of my breasts. I'm naked, apart from the beautiful jet, amber and antique silver necklace you bought for me in Sacramento. You turn round with fluid ease to the door behind you, and open it, motioning me through. You've been in the room for hours, preparing. It's always a.