He requires me to call him Cock-Master. He says he wants to work with you to discipline me and make me more than the piss sucking slave boy I am. Now ...e’s going to take over the writing.With that, Cock-Master pulled his feet down and used the chain between the tit clamps to drag me to my corner where he left me on my knees facing the walls. I could hear him continue the e-mail.Yo, master…this slave boy of your is a real fuck-up. He’s slow to obey, and gets hard at the drop of a hat. He’s got a. “Rudy, this guy had a gun on me. Has someone called the cops?”“Yeah. They are coming in the door.”“Where is Kendi?”“Who?”“The woman I was sitting with she ordered the Jubilee Mule. Golden brown dress, blonde.”“Really nice tits?”“That’s her.”“Hang on.”A few seconds later, Rudy showed up with Kendi. She looked down at Mr. James Riker laying, unconscious on the floor.“Mick!”“Hi honey.”“Honey?”“Don’t start. Are you OK?”“Yes. What happened?”“Your father came out of the bathroom behind me and had a. I don't think I have ever seen a woman as mad as she was."We both got a good laugh out of that comment. I looked up at the clock and it was almost five thirty. I sent George up to beat on doors, telling everyone it was time to get up and start getting ready to go. He left with a smile on his face saying it would be a pleasure and it was too bad I didn't have a loudspeaker in the house to play reveille. I just laughed and started cooking the eggs for everyone's breakfast. I just finished cooking. We would fuck at lady’s bath rooms… went to other person’s homes, in the middle of chaos. Sandra was a real, enthusiast cheater, by having her husband drink lost of wine at parties or during lunch time. This unusual amount of wine, plus a possible narcotic poured into his glass, made Francisco to nod, doze slowly, and utter incoherent words out of his mouth. While this happened, Sandra’s free hand jerked off my dick under the tablecloth. In one occasion, Francisco felt asleep soundly, in his.