My heart beats faster. I know I am going to be used and it excites me.I glance in the 'waiting room', an area with seats and has a TV with the news o... it. Sitting there is a man around 50 years old. He has thinning wispy longish hair with glasses. He is around 6'4" and medium build. He looks like a professor. Our eyes make contact and my heart almost stops. I visibly am shaking in anticipation. Biting my lower lip I look down and break eye contact. My god, I would let this man do. I have to find some leverage, some sense of responsibility or guilt, something that will cause him to give up the members of Boudicca's Children. We have got one shot at this."Matt held up his hand, "Master Carl, you misunderstood. I am not saying you should not try. What I am saying is that you are not bringing enough to the table." Matt, I have seen Randy work. He..." I am not questioning Randy's skill either. It's just you do not have enough raw materials to build your case." Ok, how do we. ” He said. He grabbed Amber by the neck and dragged her to the middle of the bedroom. Emily and Millie looked in horror and anticipation. “You two, get over here.” He said, motioning the girls. Emily and Millie followed his orders and stood in the center of the room. “Put your asses in the air.” Michael growled. The girls all complied to his orders and Michael smiled to himself. He couldn’t believe this was actually working. He couldn’t believe how easily submissive these girls were at the tone. Fuck me, Todd, fuck me... Oh God..."He smiled down at me and picked up his pace, lifting his knees from the ground, assuming a push-up stance and savagely pummelled my faggot asshole. I stroked my hardon - not too much, though... I knew it wouldn't take much for me to cum. I let loose of myself and he noticed,"Are you close?" he whispered."I'm okay," I answered breathlessly. "I can hold out. I want to be as hard for you as you are for me."He swooned, jamming his dick into me, splitting me..