“Yes, yes I did sir.”
“And did I tell you you could cum, slut?”
“No, sir, you didn’t.”
“That’s right. The computer was silent as James stood there, breathing heavily from his self-punishment. Indian Sex His folks tried to help him, cajole him into going to parties where they knew alcohol was served, in an attempt to socialize their son with other peers. <<Good morning boy>>
<<Good morning to you sir>>
<<You gave quite a good show last night. At his response, the other side was quiet a moment, before continuing, <<are you home alone James?>>
<<yes>>
<<give me your phone number.>> James’ heart skipped a beat. “I cannot, that’s disgusting sir.”
The voice grew quiet, with a steel behind his words, “I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion boy. “That’s so much better. The voice came through slowly, “very nice boy. It filled him nicely, he felt, as it got all the way in. He had never tried putting anything in his ass like that before, only a fingertip one or two times, and this carrot looked a lot bigger. Do you understand me?”
James hung his head, surprisingly ashamed that he had let his master down so quickly.
