He scarcely had power of attention now to catch the jeers and the gleeful chatter of his master’s neighbors and friends or really to hear and take in the sadistic irony of his chef-hatted owner’s pretended sympathy in his ongoing half-whispered, chuckle-interrupted talking to or at Jeff as the cook occasionally prodded or shook on salt
. He was allotted his own bunk in the slave quarters and his share of the common utilities in the mansion’s new bathhouse, but spent most of his hours and a good portion of his labor in his master’s bed and private rooms. How had young Jeff come to this pretty pass, become the reddening, sweat-glistening center of attention, a mouth-wateringly attractive, muscular slab of meat rotating for perhaps two to three more hours before coming to rest on the grooved pewter platter now resting a yard or so away from the pit? His original good looks were chiefly to blame
. . I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I tried to focus on not cumming but I simply couldn’t help it
He scarcely had power of attention now to catch the jeers and the gleeful chatter of his master’s neighbors and friends or really to hear and take in the sadistic irony of his chef-hatted owner’s pretended sympathy in his ongoing half-whispered, chuckle-interrupted talking to or at Jeff as the cook occasionally prodded or shook on salt
. He was allotted his own bunk in the slave quarters and his share of the common utilities in the mansion’s new bathhouse, but spent most of his hours and a good portion of his labor in his master’s bed and private rooms. How had young Jeff come to this pretty pass, become the reddening, sweat-glistening center of attention, a mouth-wateringly attractive, muscular slab of meat rotating for perhaps two to three more hours before coming to rest on the grooved pewter platter now resting a yard or so away from the pit? His original good looks were chiefly to blame
. . I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I tried to focus on not cumming but I simply couldn’t help it
He scarcely had power of attention now to catch the jeers and the gleeful chatter of his master’s neighbors and friends or really to hear and take in the sadistic irony of his chef-hatted owner’s pretended sympathy in his ongoing half-whispered, chuckle-interrupted talking to or at Jeff as the cook occasionally prodded or shook on salt
. He was allotted his own bunk in the slave quarters and his share of the common utilities in the mansion’s new bathhouse, but spent most of his hours and a good portion of his labor in his master’s bed and private rooms. How had young Jeff come to this pretty pass, become the reddening, sweat-glistening center of attention, a mouth-wateringly attractive, muscular slab of meat rotating for perhaps two to three more hours before coming to rest on the grooved pewter platter now resting a yard or so away from the pit? His original good looks were chiefly to blame
. . I closed my eyes in ecstasy as I tried to focus on not cumming but I simply couldn’t help it
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