After dinner, Joey and Emmy walked up the steps to go to the “play room”, Joey turned to her, and “On your knees” he said and motioned for her...to kneel. “Yes master,” She replied anxious as he walked to the cupboard and pulled out a small vibrator, he turned around and smirked at her, “Want this,” he asked as he walked to her. Emmy smiled and nodded, “yes please master,” she said, keeping her eyes trained on him like she’s done so many times before. He turned and grabbed a ball-gag off the. I ran my hands up under her p.j. top and started playing with her perky young tits. She whimpered as I caught one of her nipples in between mythumb and forefinger and started rolling it around. After playing with both titties for a little while I moved my hand back down her belly to her elastic waistband of her p.j. shorts. I ran my hand under the band and worked it around her waist to her backside just above the crack of her ass. I hooked my thumb into her waistband and slowly moved her shorts. Before I even had a chance to have a seat there was a hard cock sticking through the hole. I bent over and took it into my mouth, enjoying the masculine taste of the throbbing tool. Jeff began taking pictures a second before I started sucking cock. Reaching into his bad he took out a folding tripod and set it up so the camera continued taking shots of me. I heard Jeff's zipper going down and then I felt him applying lubricant to my puckered little asshole. When he plunged a finger into me I. Robert was unused to talking about himself or his emotions with anyone, let alone his employer. So, he just shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and stared at his food. “Is the money not enough?” He found his voice after a few seconds, while he organised his mind. “The money is fine. It’s just…” He searched for the right words. “… well, I feel used.” And that was the crux of it. In voicing his feelings, Robert realised what his problem was, he wanted something more than casual.