"What is it?" I'm Gus Johnson. Mr. Paul invited me." Just a minute," said the voice. The door closed, then opened wide a few seconds later, framing an... elegant butler dressed in full tuxedo. Whew, Mike thought, a fancy dress ball. This guy does know how to give a party. "Come in, won't you?" said the butler.Mike walked in. The room was brightly lit and crowded with people. Through the smoke he could see Steve Paul standing near the bar, chatting pleasantly with a dazzling blonde. The music was. It caught him by surprise. "Sorry," I said taking my hand away, "I can stop if you-" No," he said grabbing my hand, "Uh...you can keep going if you want..." I smiled taking his covers off leaning down to his dick. It was about 5in maybe a little bit bigger. It was thick and had a weird smell to it...not a bad smell but definitely weird. I decided to step outside my comfort bubble and licked the tip of his dick. He shuddered putting his hand on my head. Slowly I took as much of his dick as I. Anything else I took care of myself. I made the mistake, the great mistake telling him about Cindy and Rachael. Then about Laura and Kevin. I never expected what he did next. He slapped me on the head a la Tony and Gibbs on NCIS."Are you stupid or what? You left 2 girls who, from what you say are crazy about you for this?" No, no ... there were actually 3 girls. I didn't tell you about Judy."He handed me back the envelope. "Here, Stupido, take this and go back All the guys here either don't. She got him on the phone. When she told him what I said, I guess he started to freak out. She quickly assured him everything was fine. "It's just that my Mas ... er, my friend is really up for this and wants the two of you to get your heads together." Yes, Thomas. I was going to say "Master". He is that to me ... Yes, them too. You of all people should understand that it needs to remain in our circle for now, right? Good. He's standing here waiting for you to call him, Thomas. Trust me, don't.