The boy’s lips quivered—yes, that’s what he was, a boy, merely twenty-five years old. It pleased Mark who stopped a shy from invading Jonas’s ...personal space. Not yet. “I wonder how that article got out.” Mark stared into the boy’s eyes.Jonas lowered his head. “I—I don’t know, sir.”“Hmm.”“Do you have any…anyone in—in mind, sir?”“Langley, maybe,” Mark lied. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him.”“I—I—I…”“Stop stammering, Jonas. Nothing to be afraid of.”“Yes, sir.”“Look at me.”Jonas raised his. ...I mentioned that I also had a recurring dream but checked myself half way as the full story is a little embarrassing. They both scoffed at that and Nat in particular insisted that I had to tell, especially if it was embarrassing. I resisted but she wouldn't let it go. Eventually I was ready to give in - god this was going to be awful but I hoped that Paul in particular had drank enough to be foggy on the details the next day. "Ok" I said. "I regularly have a dream where I can suck my own. The Message read.First of all I want to see a full front and back photo of you fully naked and I inspect you to be fully shaven so I can see your slutty pussy. Then I want to see you playing with yourself spreading your pussy wide and also I want to see you fingering your ass so I know you are a true slut.In the PictureHe was just over 6 feet tall, well muscled and was hung like a horse but the one thing that made her want him to be her Master was the fact that he was black. It had been a life. Turning to my host I returned his smile, nodded then placed my gloved left hand deftly onto to his throbbing crotch.This was one cool customer. He moved his hand above my stocking tops and slid his fingers between the gap in my legs, till his fingertips met my naked shaved slit.His smile broadened across his face as he continued his conversation while his fingers slid between my pussylips as the index finger penetrated my quim.I was slowly rubbing his cock as his finger began fucking my pussy,.