Vlad was moaning so hard, he grabbed Rachel's head and began fucking her mouth harder. Back and forth he rocked his hips til he pulled his cock out an... exploded all over Rachel's face. "What are you Rachel?" He asked. "im your cum slut master". Vlad felt himself getting hard again immediately. "Why do you exist?" He asked. "To get fucked by my masters monster cock whenever he wants!". Rachel got hornier with each new question. "Do you like being my slut?" Vlad continued. "Master I love it, I'll. ?You have to realise, Jake, that we are not alone. There are others with similar tastes out there.?I nodded; I’d already gathered as much from some of the things that had been said.Malcolm continued, ?There are quite a few of us. Wealthy people. Influential people who are able to pursue their interests and indulgences and get what they want, whatever it may be, by using that influence and their money. We are a diverse group and global in our distribution. We include, men and women, old school. He identified himself as a reporter/photographer for the Daily Bugle, gave them a song and dance about how the paper was going to do a series on new construction and renovations in the downtown and then asked them what the place they were working on was going to be."It is going to be some kind of weird exotic restaurant with wild animals in cages scattered around the room."Peter looked at the man in disbelief, "You can't be serious." Oh but I am. Look right here on the print" and he pointed to. "Is this bowl for me?" Zac asked. "Yeah the cereal is right there," I replied, looking at his beautiful green eyes. They were so gorgeous. I saw him take the box and pour cereal in his bowl; he had a little bit more than I did. He began to pour milk into his bowl and said jokingly, "So you liked brown balls, huh?" I laughed and replied, "Oh, you know it." As I was sitting there, I kept wondering why hadn't he brought up about last night. I knew he saw me. This is the perfect moment to say.