You’re not Duke Eveur anymore, you’re a page named Cameron whose parents sold you into servitude under me. No last names, nothing about your past life.” Cameron looked up at the old Lord’s dark eyes and nodded seriously. He knew that things would be different from now on, and he wanted Lord Remington to know that he understood the implications of that. “And that means you’re going to have to learn to start calling people by their appropriate titles. Like when you talk to me, you say ‘Yes, my Lord’, or ‘No, my Lord’. Understand?” “Oh.” Cameron suddenly realized indian that he indeed wasn’t a Lord anymore, and had no right to talk to one in such a casual manner. “O-Of course, my Lord.” He bowed his head, breaking eye contact with Lord Remington. “My apologies.” “Ah, there’s no need for any of that now,” Lord Remington smiled. “I was just letting you know so you’ll understand how things have to be not to blow your cover from now on. When there are people around, of course you’ll have to address me as a Lord, as all page boys have to address Dukes.” He squeezed his arm around Cameron affectionately. “But when we’re alone together, little Leo, you can call me anything you’d like. First names even.” Cameron smiled back at the sight of Lord Remington’s smile. The young boy had almost forgotten this feeling, of what it felt like to have someone he could trust, a close friend he knew wouldn’t betray him and would keep him safe. Lord Remington’s hand had come up to Cameron’s cheek by now, and he was softly stroking the boy’s smooth, milky skin as he gazed into his sapphire blue eyes. There was something in those eyes that Cameron saw, a want, a desire, and Cameron knew that it was he that the old Lord wanted. As if to let Lord Remington know it was okay, Cameron smiled at him and nodded. At once, the old man’s eyes had closed, the black pupils disappearing behind his eyelids, and he leaned forward. Cameron by now understood what was happening, and though he was nervous and didn’t know much how to respond to the Lord’s advances, decided to allow Lord Remington to have his way. It was the least he could do for his savior and benefactor. I’m a dirty, nasty slut!” She screamed, “NOW FUCK ME!” I stripped and when I stood naked before her, my cock already hard and sticking out in front of me, her eyes widened. He realized he was fucked when they went back to school. Don't you think it's time you returned the favor?" She forcefully pushed my head down as soon as my lips touched her cock. But still ware tails, most work the club as servers to give them the opportunity to meet and talk to other masters, if they fine one they like I interview them and we set up a trial to see if their likes and dislikes are compatible, if not they are back here with me. If they can’t get along with their trial master, we don’t want any one in a bad situation. She slapped my ass with vicious, full-swing blows that rippled the flesh and left a reddened handprint, jolting the pain into ferocious pleasure. CHAPTER 2 I’m hoping this is all, but Gara and I are not to be left alone in this position. I really like you. Ronja felt nauseous. As the huge prick eventually collapsed she was able to pull it free from the grasping confines of my cunt. I asked Steve to do one favor for me once he got home. After tiring of the game, Ray turned the pump off and laid the hose down. Fingers found her wet cunt and stopped. A jet of semen erupted from Betty's cleavage like Old Faithful at Yellowstone, one white stream shooting across her face and the rest splashing back down on her tits. “Really?” Trenok acknowledged my offensive stance and gave me a grin, then offered his hand. I was feeling like a pig at a Jewish wedding so I started to move around. He feet rose up, her body went rigid and she screamed like there was no tomorrow. When I got home, Jennifer was in the front room on indian the couch reading a book. I whispered into her ear, “You are so beautiful!” With that, I slowly pushed my cock into her. He tried to stay calm as she squeezed his hand. We're not worried about the taxes, we don't want our geothermal capacity and server farm to be part of the official record.