Like I said, the Wednesday started off like an ordinary day. Dawn and I went to class. We even had Bert in our Macroeconomics course as well. And Prof...ssor Ice was teaching it again. At the end of the day we got together as a group for dinner. And then after dinner we launched into our homework for the night."Real GDP can be decomposed into four component parts," I read from the text. "What are they?" Aggregate expenditures on consumption, investment, government, and net exports," Dawn rattled. "That evening there was a council of war, Junior, Connie and Company narrated the story of the Imperial Marines and their intentions.Andrea said, "It won't do to just sink the ship, the Japs will come again ... we have to get the missionaries to safety. Junior? Check the records."Junior disappeared.The Gaffer gave a jerk, "How does she check the records? I mean, where does she go?" Junior isn't from this time. She was born in 2000 ... ten years in the future. It's 2014 or 15 where she is now.. I kissed his shaft and handed him my phone and asked him if he could take pictures and film me tonight. I was feeling so kinky I would have let him do anything he wanted to me. I remember how awkward my last blowjob was so I stepped up my game. I deep throated him, rubbed his balls on my face, look him in the eye and told him how much I wanted him. He moaned as pre-cum started seeping out onto my tongue. I put his cock in my mouth sideways so it pushed my cheek out and he rubbed his smooth. It’s easy. I’m slut slave to both of you, all of the time, with slight advantage to the senior Master, aka my dear Michael, but only when the two of you conflict. This will include all venues, holes, etc. I will do as I’m told, but still order the others around. Do you guys agree, so we can draw up the revised contract, Masters?”“Works for me. I’m quite content to do that, as it’s still better than remembering days, lists, schedules, and all of that other crap. I can plan a lot better now for.