I was almost dancing with the need to piss when Mitzi came back with a beer for both Mr. Reynolds and me.She handed us our beers and then sat down in ... deck chair that she slyly positioned right in front of our French doors. I was stuck on the porch, with Mr. Reynolds drinking beer and gawking at my nearly nude wife as we made small talk. Mitzi helped herself to a beer also as she crossed one bare leg across the arm of the chair and dangled the beer bottle suggestively in front of her crotch. "Yes, he took to blowing my other boy like a proper little whore so I thought you might be able to bring out the cocksucker inside," she replies. Stepping in front of the slave, the Master grabs the boys cock and balls, weighing them up in his hand and sliding a finger back between open legs, seeking out the puckered arsehole behind. Only just managing to hold still the slave goes weak at the knees. Feeling the cock in his hand stiffen rapidly, the Master smiles, knowing he will own this boy,. It felt weird, as he was moving his hand it was like he reached through me to stimulate my dick.When I started to cum he wiggled a little which made a fantastic cum. He wiped my butt, rolled me over and wiped me clean. When we went to bed he pulled me tight against him. I could feel his dick on my butt. I reached behind me and pulled my butt cheek up letting his dick fall between my cheeks. I pressed against him and dozed off. The next day he said to get dressed. I put the T-shirt on and my. When he enters, Brea quietly closes the door behind him and the meeting in on.One by one, the team members show up at their appointed times. Roman keeps the meetings simple, allowing them to express their opinions about the project and then assigning them tasks. When the last meeting is finished, he sighs deeply and closes the lid to his computer. And just when he is ready to go, his communicator goes off. He opens it and the green image is of Brea.“I have the restaurant reservation set,” she.