A personal ad. Why not, he thought, what the hell, hardly anybody knew him here - yet. He would still have to be a bit careful given his position, no ...hoto's or too many personal details. He actually changed them a little, pretending to be a few years older and a couple of inches shorter than he really was. Just to make sure. After a few days of drafting and redrafting he placed the following ad: Young (31), tall (6ft2), handsome master seeks slavegirl (18 – 35). Inner and outer beauty. I wondered what would people I know think of me if they saw me right now, a thought that doesn't cross my mind often. Would they see me as a hopeful director, that would some day play a role in the big company, or... as a tentacle slut, that more than willingly gave up her body for the first tentacles that came along? I couldn't stop wondering, and the more I did, the louder my moaning became."Big company, huh?" Sarai spoke, her voice pulling my back to reality, away from pleasure, if only for. She gave his cock her full attention and laughed as she watched the pre-cum ooze from his purple tinted pee slit in its head.Chrissy felt the smooth leather jacket he still was wearing rub in a tantalizing dance of temptation across her fully aroused nipples.Todd was inflamed with passionate desire and wanted only one thing.He pulled the hem of Chrissy's dress to her waist and slipped his hand beneath the elastic of her frilly girly panties. They were already soaking and he snorted in derision. She actually told me I didn't need to do that, but I wasn't really paying attention to what she might have been saying. John tried to bail on me and said he was going around the block. I told him to sit the fuck down, have another beer, and watch out until his turn. Some people just do not have your back. That woman straddled my cock and took all of me with no problems. She started rocking, I started grinding, and off we went. I know she was telling me some BS about how good I was, how big I.