" Jeanne crawled next to Persia. Trembling, the palms of her hands sweaty, Jeanne touched Persia's cock with the tip of her fingers. Jeanne's eyes...bulged as she watched it twitch. The touch of Jeanne's fingers agitated Persia, and she tossed her head and moaned. Her thick black hair swished across her neck. Persia's prick throbbed, jutting out thicker, more menacingly."Feel her balls, Jeanne," Barocca sighed. "Feel how heavy they are."Gulping back a lump of fear, Jeanne fondled Persia's. I have dinner to finish." "Dinner? Er, I thought that all butlers do is, uh..." "Not me. I try not to "butt" in as much as possible. I don't like hearing people say, 'but he'll...' do it." "Oh." "Actually, I'm the cook. But if people forget that, it gets me out of the kitchen." Dobie watched him head out of the large open doorway and down the hall, where, he assumed, the kitchen was. That is, of course, if the butler was really the cook. No, mansions had chefs. He looked around again. There was. As soon as I signed I was told to go home. I would be contacted for our initial chat and further instructions. I was theirs now. I am now property. A few days went by with the three of us exploring a few scenarios. Each one a little more envelope pushing than the last. I was instructed not to masturbate or touch myself at any time without permission. I needed to purchase a leash and collar before our first session. I have a leather ball spreader which they approved of after I sent them pictures. Jelmer Sylvian Theodurus, do you want to marry me?", said Chris seriously, dropping to one knee.Jelmer thought a moment. Looked at Christopher on his knee in front of him and said... His father and mother had seen and heard Christopher propose to their son. And gasped in joy. Jelmer looked at his parents and quickly pulled Chris up. "Well, aren't you going to answer him?", said his dad stern. His mother burst into tears.Jelmer had to think long and hard about it. He replied honestly; "No.