“Bah! This is nothing but cheap parlor tricks,” Nikolayevich spat. “It is obvious you have gained access to my file somehow.”“Okay then, ask...him about how his step-mother loved the color blue. Sky blue, I believe. And how she once bought him a shaved ice at the fair in Kansk. Or how his step-father cried when he lost a goat in the flood. Or how his younger step-brother, Alexey, cut his leg on the crosscut saw and an eleven year old Stepan carried him almost two kilometers back to the village. With his hands still on the back of her neck, she leaned to him and they embraced. She had forgotten how soft his lips were on hers, in contrast to the tuft of facial hair grazing her cheeks as she passionately relived all the years they spent together in a single moment. Without hesitation, she dropped. It brought his smooth manhood into line with her face and she smiled. He looked down, stroking back her short blonde hair as she lifted his cock with one hand and sunk her warm mouth over his. “A sufficient amount for you to disappear on,” Anthony told him with a frown, but still didn’t name the amount.“Lead the way to the den, but don’t try to signal anyone. I will still have both of you covered,” Greg warned them as the other men rose, and Anthony led the way to the den. The den was in what had previously been the conference room. The very room that Bill had escaped from after shooting Anthony’s father and most of his Board of Directors. The two rooms had been rebuilt and repaired. .. and I was afraid that I had said too much. That I appeared to needy, but I couldn't hold it anymore. So I continued, "You own me White Master." "I will be your nigger slave and drop everything anytime you call me." "Use me Sir" "I'm yours." A smile cross his lips. He had made up his mind that I could be a useful toy for him for awhile and so it was that we began a White Master and nigger slave journey that lasted several years. Going back to that night, and that smile that melted me, i was.