Going to school on a full scholarship and with the money in trust grandfather had left; he would not have to work.However, Michael understood that wor...k was good for the soul and expanded his ability to deal with others and life, so he had already applied for internships with three local architecture firms.He had left a week early for school to get settled in the dorm and interview with the three firms.Gainesville was a change from home; the rolling hills and ancient oak trees made Michael. He was wearing a mail shirt and cuirass from the armory, but he’d had to pair that with the remnants of his old armor—the helmet, gauntlets, greaves, and vambraces. It looked odd with the mix of styles and metals, but it seemed functional enough.None of the full suits of plate in the armory had fit him, and he’d tried each one. It had taken nearly an hour, even with Nedley’s help, since all the straps had rotted away. When the people had abandoned the place, they’d apparently taken most of the. He used the Internet to look up forlorn and horny women around the country for ‘easy’ dating. He was a loser. I on the other hand, was something else entirely. I’m an intellectual first and foremost. I’m the first Black Male Valedictorian that Cardinal Spellman High School has seen in decades. I always strive for self-improvement. Jordan seemed to be the same way. He didn’t seem like a player hell-bent on partying hard and getting as much ass as he could, unlike most of the young men I knew on. Below is one of the favorite weekends that I spent as Master T’s sex slave.Friday morning when the alarm went off, I was sleepy and didn’t want to get up. That last day of work each week always gets me. As I lay in bed trying to enjoy my last snooze, Master T rolls over to spoon it with me. He whispers in my ear, ?Seeing as we both have the weekend off, and no plans for a change, you are going to be my slave slut all weekend. We will start tonight.? His voice was sexy and authoritative and.