As I looked at her, I thought about how beautiful she was and my dick began to rise. Not yet, I thought as I crawled from the bed and headed to the ba...hroom. From there I was headed to the kitchen, I realized we hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning.Sam met me in the kitchen and it was apparent that he was starved also. I fed him and petted him and began to look for breakfast. Mom had stocked the fridge and I came up with sausage links, eggs and hash browns. I lit the stove and started. . no Master... no... ooo!“ she cried out in really anguish.„What is more,“ I went on as I moved closer, „if a Master wishes to fondle a slave, she does not resist him. To the contrary in fact. In time you will come to see it as an honour. Meanwhile, I make some allowance for your youth and inexperience.“I fondled her again. And this time, though she twisted and turned out of sheer instinct to avoid me, it was not with the same v******e. Nor did she protest verbally, merely moaning and sobbing. .. Warren was holding steady at maximum depth and reaching around to massage his dick with a greased-up hand. Val pulsed and released his liquid between Warren's fingers, while his ass throbbed and clenched around Warren's dick. He gasped and strange geometric patterns flashed behind his eyeballs."So, you liked it?" It was okay," Val managed to croak. He felt a pleasant ache in his rectum as he used a hand towel to wipe up the wetness dribbling out of him. What had happened to him, really? Had. He said, “I’m leaving. You will regret this.” I think he was going to add the word, bitch, to his statement but he thought better of it realizing that he would be physically damaged. I hope he figured that because he was right!He left and, until he went out the door, the lunch room was silent. The sportswriter who interviewed me yesterday walked over. “Eric, I saw everything and know his boss. I’m going to talk to him. I don’t know if it will get him removed from covering the team but it will.