He placed the last Marlboro to his lips and flicked his Zippo to life. ‘Can I have a light from that?’ an unfamiliar male voice asked. He looked a...round and saw a face. The man looked out of place for such a high brow affair, clothes and face shabby. ‘Thanks,’ the man said as he exhaled a long trail of smoke from his lungs. ‘I needed that,’ he added as Howe heard another pair of feet come from behind. ‘They’re coming for you,’ the voice said in his head. That familiar voice, the one that. He started fingering her ass, making her squirm around pleading and begging him to fuck her ass. The moment of truth was here and he started to guide the head of his huge black penis into her backside. As he did this, she raised her face off the pillow and made a little "O" with her lips, breathing heavily and erratically as he guided himself into her. As she gave up her ass to Cory it dawned on me that she was doing this to get at me. You see before her previous gangbang she had never let me. This baby deserves respect, y’know? I wouldn’t put a scratch on this, swear on my life.’ Diane had heard some of her friends talk about the ‘cute’ kid that had started in the year below. The girl’s conversation had turned ever more x rated as they described what they’d each like to do to him, ending in peals of shrieking, dirty laughter. She’d seen Paul a few times, swaggering around, each day a different outfit that brought disapproving looks from the teachers. She’d written him off as a bit. I call my master as I'm leaving work, and for the period of my commute, am allowed to talk about my day. But that is the end of work discussions. When I am at his home, I have no desire to be that person anymore, and he would not permit it even if I did. I wear a military style uniform to work, and the first thing I must do when I arrive home in the evenings is to strip, at the door. Master keeps a thick rug in the front hallway for me, and that is where I stop. I pile my uniform neatly.