Sky loved slavery. Each night for the next three, Sky marveled at the wonder of shooting around the globe to pleasure a world of men. Many times he found himself in lavish surroundings, and he almost wished he could stop the fuckings long enough to enjoy the statues, the tapestries and the luxurious beds. But he focused on being the best ass slave he could. On the fourth night, Sky found himself beamed onto Hal’s d**k a second time. Sky was thrilled.
“Ready for me, tiger?” Hal asked, his voice sultry and low. “I’ve been saving myself for you.”
Sky’s happiness went beyond how skillfully Hal f****d him. He’d discovered most of the subscribers had no interest in talking to him, and he rarely even knew what part of the world he was in. He had irrationally believed he might be able to sightse
