I was idly thinking the site wouldn't work for people with dial-up accounts when I recognized the images before me. Heat rose across my throat and che...ks. A group of naked masturbating men were crowded about a bespeckled redheaded woman. The camera was behind the head of a balding fellow. Because of it's angle I couldn't gauge well his height but had the impression he was short. The hair that should have been on his pate covered his back and he had substantial love handles. Past his shoulder I. She then planted a big kiss on his lips and knelt before him next to Nadine.“As you can see here, my free name was Moon Park Sam, but I am now Slave MPS-693. I was born in Pyongyang, Chinese-Occupied North Korea. I am happy and proud to be your slave, sir, for the rest of my days,” the second slave notified him.“So, Mr. Orsini, these are the leashes for Slaves NAM-476 and MPS-693, the former so designated because she never legally changed her surname despite marriage. Remember to keep your. .. would he...? He began to look at Misty differently. He noticed little nuances he'd missed before. From his eye level her pussy was consistently in his view. It became his focal point, almost hypnotic. He managed to breathe in the scent her pussy gave off more than ever before. The scent changed as the week progressed. He could discern that her pussy was bleeding, and Misty was moody. It reminded him of how Charlie had behaved with him before he'd proved his dominance. He was tempted to snap. As they grew into young men, the masters of the Order and their friends respected their long-term loyalty to each other. No one, not even the two boys themselves, would have guessed that they had fallen deeply in love the moment they met.It was soon midnight. The fire did little to dispel the cold from the cave. Lief and Darras had made their beds set separately and as far away from each other as possible. They lay in the night, silent and awake.Light snow appeared, whirling about in the cave..