I was the only slave allowed to address our Master by his name. “You're welcome,” he said, kissing me deeply. We never married, but we were as clo...e as any husband and wife. Dinner was a simple affair. Tom wasn't one for complicated meals. Rice, sashimi, a salad. Discipline was relaxed; the slaves laughed and giggled as they talked. I reclined next to Tom, serving him food while Miyoko sat on his other side, serving him tea and sake. After dinner, Tom retired to the onsen—an outdoor hot spring. I couldn't help but smile back."I guess you're right, that's not good, is it?"Carl's hand began to move gently on my shaft, his thumb rubbing my engorged, circumcised head. "Do you masturbate, Steve? Silly question," he said as I burst out laughing, a little too loudly. "Do you know why you should? It's not just to feel good."I kept playing along. "Really?" Really. Too much fluid buildup in the prostate can cause congestion, discomfort and maybe even infection. Got to keep those passageways. ”“You’ve been attending a mosque?”“Yes, and there I see mostly Africans as they are the only men in the city who remain pure to the faith. Certainly I see men from Arabia, but those I see are driving taxis or working at kiosks, and some of them I meet in the mosques. I’m growing sick and tired of New York. Each time I fall asleep I dream of Mecca, its warmth and companionship.”“Tell me, what have you been doing over there?”“I see the Imam’s parents every month, and I give them the monies set up. Up and down Ali continued as Sandra watched. "Now stop." Sandra said, "Not bad. Not bad at all. Obviously you have some experience, but you could still learn a little. Watch." As soon as Ali slipped her mouth off of the pulsating dick, Sandra gulped it back up, getting her saliva on it to make it smooth. Sandra showed Ali how to use both her hands and her mouth to maximize pleasure. "Now it is time for the exciting part," Sandra stated with a smile, "It is time for you to learn how to work a.