One day while sitting in my office doing nothing as usual, I received an e-mailed (almost nobody sent me one and I did nothing useful!). Every now and...then did a boy sent me a message that he wanted to fuck me but usually they didn’t dare much. As if everyone was scared! I opened it and wrote only "your boots are very beautiful". I looked around again and saw her wanting at me with an indefinable, kind smile. Actually, the e-mail was sent by her! I answered, "thank you" and smiled at her. She. ”Just as Vicky had pounced on my words before, he quickly snapped, “What did you say?”I gulped and stuttered, “O-O-kay, M-Master Mike.”His face softened, and he looked a little guilty again, as he softly said, “That’s better.”Vicky continued. “Well, we saw this morning, that you manage to suck cock at least somewhat acceptably well. Certainly there are tricks I can teach you later, and I will, when you earn that privilege. But one of the things Mike particularly loves is tit-fucking. He loves. . I might ... consider a man to be worthy of my talents and time.BUT NOT HERE!And as Macho as these men were ... they knew I was “Sí, Patrón.” They accepted it ... and those who didn’t? I’d beat the living fuck outta them and see them to the door.At least ... that was the plan.“Maria?”“Sí, Patrón.”“Who cleaned my house?”“Sofia, Patrón.”“Who told her she could clean my house?”Maria turned bright red.“Guilty, guilty, guilty,” I said.“Who cooked my dinner?”“Bianca, Patrón.”She blushed.“Uh huh,” I. .. and doing it ... you know them ejaculating had to be out in the open so it could be on film. Oh god ... ah, and even though they never actually completed inside me, not inside my mouth or ... you know down there, I was wearing my diaphragm and I was full of spermicide."Nikki was really sobbing now and she buried her face in my knee. Listening to her had not been as painful as I would have imagined it would have been and I attributed that to the fact that I had watched the disk. What could be.