My uncle and aunt were standing by the front door. "I'll bring him back in two weeks as we agreed. You'll get 10 percent of whatever he brings in. But... this will be the last time you get paid."I could tell my aunt and uncle didn't like that proposition by the looks on their face but they said nothing. I think they were a little afraid of Bernard.We got into Bernard's car and as he drove he started to explain his plan."You are mine for the next two weeks. As always I will protect you as long as. ”“Yeah, I know. I’ll sleep on it. I’ll know in the morning”“You might not get much sleep.”“Because I have a naked slave to entertain? Is that how the slave thing works?”“No. Not at all. The master decides what he wants to do with the slave and the slave does what they’re told. That’s what you must do with Candy.”“But not with you?”“I didn’t say that. What you have to get your head around is that you become responsible for everything. You decide when to feed me, where I sleep, what I wear,. He kept grinding his cock between my ass cheeks. I was looking forward to feeling his cum shoot in my crack. I let out a moan and told him how good that felt. He was getting more excited as he was grinding on me.After a couple of minutes, he grabbed my shoulders and bent me over. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart. I had no idea what he wanted, but I really wanted his cock in my ass. He slowly began to work his cock in my ass. He would push in a little and then back out. After a few. How the Hell does this senior of senior citizens get three young, beautiful blondes to spoon and cuddle in bed with him? You tell me that,’ he said looking from Mario to Angelo and to Vito while banging his finger on the newspaper. ‘How? I don’t get it. I just don’t get it.’ He threw his hands up in the air and returned to pacing back and forth in the room. ‘It makes no fuckin’ sense to me.’ ‘Maybe, it’s like what Mario said, Boss. It’s just one of those, what do you call them, platonic.