Burns, I realize I am a new Master and there is a great deal to learn. Something seems to be amiss with my slaves and I can't seem to put my finger on...it." Paul, a Master has got to learn to communicate with His slaves and they with him. He has to learn their body language and also to openly discuss issues. His slaves must be able to freely tell him when there is a problem or concern." But how do I accomplish that, sir?"Mr. Burns rose and walked from behind his desk. He hit the intercom button. His sagging testicles were beautiful, I thought, and I told him "I love the way your testicles look, I love how you have big, hard cock, with thick hard head."Can you play with it for me?" I said"Oh, are we going to tell each other what to do?" He asked me. "Or are we just going to get ourselves off in the normal way?"I shrugged. He said, "Let's try a little direction, don't you think talking dirty will help us get in the mood? Though I don't seem to need too much help." He indicated his hard. I felt myself becoming incredibly excited at being at the mercy of these horny dirty men. The Sheriff’s huge cock head pushed between my wet pussy lips. I wanted to push back on his waiting shaft but he held me down against his desk. He was teasing my pussy with just his hard velvety cock tip but pulling it and rubbing up and down my slit. He asked me if the sound of my husband was turning me on. I groaned in approval as he held my ass cheeks apart. I felt even more degraded as the Sheriff. She walks toward me. I stop her putting my hands on the neckline of her dress and pull it down freeing her perky breasts. "That's better. Next is the dishes. The kitchen is down the end of the hallway. " She walks down the hallway the hem of dress is short it reveals the bottom of her chubby ass cheeks. My cock leaks precum in my shorts. I watch her from behind as she goes about washing the dishes. Water spills on to the floor. "Do you have a mop?" She asks hopefully."No. Use the cloth." I say..