The song they were working on was 'Steppin Out'. As I sat there in awe, there was no wonder in my mind why Eric Clapton would choose this song as a st...ple in his performances throughout the sixties with both the Bluesbreakers and Cream. The notes sang in the air as the musicians played. I knew it was written by James Bracken himself, and he himself led me to this room. I was in awe. As I leaned back in the corner attempting to take it all in, a jovial black man came over to speak. He had a. Toni seemed a little wary that first time, but something's changed. Jennie is beautiful, comes on strong, but there's a reserve to her, doesn't want to be pushed around; I really like her. Fran - well, she didn't show me anything; don't know how she got into the group, or why she stayed. Doesn't seem to like the way they all sort of laugh and scratch. It gets pretty cozy in that booth after a few beers. But it wasn't long before she stopped coming.The biggest surprise was Sylvia - she showed up. I didn't want it to really be anyone we would see again to be honest. So I decided to look around at people I knew very little, but at least a little. As I shopped at grocery stores and ate at restaurants I was literally scouting out every guy I came across. It wasn't very easy for me but I did my best. Eventually when I was at a grocery store a few miles away I came across this guy who was slicing meats in the deli. He was maybe around 20 years old. I decided to get some sliced meat so I could. Finally, Master pushed both slaves off his cock and both knelt below him with wide open salivating mouths, waiting desperately to taste his cum. Master came all over slut’s face and open mouth. Slut panted and focused on subduing her strong desire to orgasm at the taste of Master’s divine cum. Pet began to tear and wished only for punishment for being the less pleasing cock worship slave. It was all she lived for and she couldn’t stand being inferior at it. Pet tried to focus on how she could.