"I'm just heading off to your French lesson sir." "Well, because you are late you can join me this afternoon and half three, don't be late again." An... before I could argue he walked off. Oh well I thought, maybe it could be fun... * I waited outside the wooden door that led me into his beautiful grasp. I could picture him now, the way the light reflected off his dark skin and bald head. This way his teeth shined brilliant white. I sighed softly. I knocked three times. "Enter!" His deep voice. Iwonder if I wanted it. Well I must have been indifferent. All thatmattered was Rebecca. He put one leg up on the couch, his lap right before her mouth. He tookhis cock in his hand and began rubbing it on her lips langorously asshe moaned over my faux-cock. I hit the button to activate the vibrating device on my cock, and Iheard her cry out loudly. "Antara!" She squealed with delight, as I fucked her slowly. I watched as the man grew harder from listening to her. I watched himas he introduced. ?I made every effort to relax my body as Master’s finger continued to circle my asshole. Then he reached round in front of me and held out his finger for me to suck. With his finger now even wetter he began to gently press it against my tight ring. Gradually, as I began to relax, he inserted his finger into my ass, knuckle deep, and I have to admit it felt good. Master could tell I was enjoying myself.?Does that feel good slave?? He hissed as I let out a little groan of pleasure, ?I think I’ve. The sky stayed gray. Boston was colder, but it was dryer. He understood why the old folks would complain about their bones hurting.Braving the cold, Pete walked down Eastgate toward the alleyway, Hamilton Street. He needed to finish his holiday shopping. Cutting down Hamilton to the Marks and Spencer Shoppe, he felt a stinging in his left ass cheek, then his body failed to respond. He had shocked himself before while fixing a lamp, but this hurt. The pain stopped. Before he could move,.