Seeing one of the youngest members crawl onto my lap for some attention was the best way I knew to show that I would not hurt anybody.The six to ten a...e group were more difficult. They had old memories of their growing up. A master was usually bad in most cases but not all males were masters. The family tried to present me as a caring male only. The seven youths took longer to get to understand that I was not going to hurt them.I worked throughout the day and it was very tiring for all of us.. "But I can't leave my cunt alone for long. You get me so wet. I start with one finger" you withdraw your hand and just return one finger up your hole, all the time holding my gaze with your now hooded eyes. "Then two and then three" you gasp as you slide more fingers, knuckle deep up your by now gaping twat, eager for me to see. "I'm so close to cumming" you pant. Sitting on the step my cock straining, wanting to penetrate you, fuck you, deep and hard, shoot my cum deep in you but another part. ..all one-night stands) and that I had only kissed a girl one time before I got tocollege. On my last interview, I was weighed, measured and photographed(clothed, of course) extensively...I was told that it was to ensure mywardrobe would be perfect as Mr. Langston was very particular about howhis assistants looked. It was exactly one month to the day from when Isubmitted my application, and just five days after my graduation that Icelebrated with a bottle of champagne alone in my dorm room,. When I got home from school Mommy told me it would be a couple hours before dad would get home. Which gave her time to teach me about bondage, well not everything? She told me how I would undress her, fold her clothing nicely, and then tie her to their bed. She then told me the next time daddy was gone we actually do it. I squealed and pointed to my crotch. “Oh my god mommy, I cannot wait! Look how hard my cock is.” She ran her hand across my jeans and suggested, “Take them off baby; we have.