Friend? Are we friends? he wondered. He knew a great deal about Lord Blackmon. He had been living in his house and condo, had been eating the man’s ...ood, driving the man’s car and fucking the man’s two slaves. But in truth he had never spent an extended period of time with Lord Blackmon, at least not when he was conscious. He had been taking his shifts along with the three slaves looking out for Lord Blackmon, waiting for him to recover some measure of his strength. Carl, through Page, had even. And with me, of course. I’m your boy for the rest of my days ... forever, really.”“And we’re your girls ... both of your girls ... and both of us your girls. Isn’t English a funny language?” Monica teased us.“You’ve got me there. It’s bloody bollocks at times, especially given how different UK English and American English are from each other. Still, you have to admit that you like how I say the word ‘bottom,’ don’t you? That includes you, darling Monica, doesn’t it, love?” Chelsea answered,. As we walk through the woods we come across a fallen tree, I sit and give you the look that you instantly recognise and know what is required of you. You kneel slowly as the dildo stretches your tight arse and you position yourself in front of me. While undoing my zip you lower your head and start to run the tip of your tongue around the top of my hard cock and lick up the pre-cum that is starting to ooze from it. Then slowly you slide your lips down its full length as I place my hands behind. .. different. You acted differently than the other boys. Most of them were gaga over Teresa Mulder, and her enormous chest. Even then I knew that Teresa didn’t ... let’s say ... affect you like it seemed I did.“Things were not very good at home in those days. Having a teenage boy ignore the school sexpot to moon over my big bottom and tiny boobs was a huge compliment ... At least I took it that way...”This conversation, held in the nude, was finally too much for me. Without delay, I stepped.