The boy’s c**k seemed to be almost fully erect, and was a good size. As he stood sipping his wine and chatting to friends, the old man slowly rubbed the boy’s c**k, as if to keep it in a state of constant arousal. Robert found himself wondering what these two did together. Did the boy f**k his master, or suck him? Or the other way round? Did the old man beat the boy?
“More wine,’” said Lady Deborah, holding out her glass to him. She released his leash, letting it swing from his c**k as he walked to the bar. He stood in line while a white-jacketed steward filled orders. A lone woman in a tight-fitting green silk dress joined him. She glanced down.
“Nice c**k,” she said. “Who owns it?”
Robert blushed. “Lady Deborah, over there,” he said, nodding towards her.
The woman reached out a hand
