The brunet was staring at him, his eyes wide. He blinked and pursed his lips; then he grabbed the brunet’s neck to get him closer. He didn’t like ...t, either, to force the brunet like that, but it meant more time outside the cage and making his master more lenient towards the slave’s condition.Reluctantly, the slave mimicked Cory’s move and licked the head a little. He withdrew with a small grimace, but Cory caught him and kissed him. He guided their entwined mouths towards the master’s cock.. The happiness I'd felt yesterday afterDarla's call had deserted me and I found myself missing Sam more than Ithought possible. Mom was in the living room when I arrived and shegreeted me with, "Why the long face sweetheart?" I was tired of holding thepain in and before I knew it I was sobbing. Mom hugged me tightly andstroked my hair as she assured me that all was going to be just fine. Whenshe thought I had calmed down sufficiently she asked, "This is about Sam,isn't it?" I couldn't deny it. Every mistakewill be punished from now on, she decided.Now we will move on with our agenda sissy Mavis, she laughed.Chapter 3, the agendaMiss Cummings already informed maid Mavis, yes, she goes by many names,about the agenda she prepared. Mavis was sitting at the table, her legscrossed; her pantyhose made her feel lovely today. She was eager tolisten to what her employer and mistress had to say."I informed you that I was working on the agenda for the coming monthsMavis. The agenda concerns your. -A.” it read. “A?” I thought to myself crumbling up the note and tossing it in the trash. I put my books away and headed to the boys’ bathroom. Once there I saw Adam leaning against the stall looking down. When he heard the door open he looked up at me and smiled. “I see you read my little note I left you.” He grinned walking towards me. “What happened? Why you wanted to meet me here? Why not at that big tree in the middle of the school lunch area like we always do?” I kept questioning wanting.