My name is Philip StThomas but you slaves will only get to call me Sir or master. I'm an entrepreneur, I have my hands in many things, business develo...ment such as the fine establishment you two were frequenting yesterday. Distribution, mostly drugs and firearms but my pet project is Girls. I acquire, process and sell 'em." He let the words sink in, the concept he'd just introduced was almost alien to the teens who for the first 14 and 15 years of their lives respectively had experienced. It was not the first time I had fallen prey to this desire. When I was seven years old, a girl in the neighborhood led me to a secluded garage, where we exchanged underwear until that time I had no clear idea of the female anatomy. My mom was quite modest - I do not recall ever seeing her naked, nor had it ever occurred to me that girls and boys wore different kinds of underwear. I swapped my BVD's for her pink cotton panties. I could tell that they were quite different - much cuter and softer. " I'm glad it all worked out. I see those trucks everywhere. I also look out the window when I fly and look at all the trucks down below and think about the changes that are taking place in your industry and what a part ... what a small part that I played in that. It makes me feel good inside as well. So thank you, too."I went back to the hotel, made a quick decision against staying around for another day or two, so I picked up the phone, and purchased a ticket on the late train, and twenty-two. He gasped and sucked in a deep breath. My eyes shifted to the cock in my hand as she released it but remained in place as I stroked it, fondled the head, and felt every inch of the hard shaft. Her hand then slid to cover my hand as I stroked him. I looked at her to find her face one of eagerness and excitement as we both stroked and touched him. On impulse, I leaned forward, not to his cock but to her face. Her face shifted to a look of uncertainty but I continued tentatively to hers. My lips.