A woman's voice spoke softly from inside the large dark hood. Jeff knew instantly the voice of the cloaked woman in front of gay him. He reached around the back of anal the woman's head and slowly pulled the hood, exposing the beautiful face and icy eyes of his last Master. Her hands reached up to her chest and slowly pulled the cloaks bow string. As if the robe was moving in slow motion, it spread open at her shoulders and caressed every curve of her body, on its downward path to her ankles. There it bunched around her lower legs forming a base at her feet, seemingly reluctant to be separated from the woman's perfect legs. She was dressed, if it could be called it that, in three very revealing, leather patches. Two small triangles covered her nipples, and a very small triangular patch between her legs, all held in place with thin leather strings. Leather straps from her sandals crisis crossed themselves as they laced up the perfect thighs finally tied in small bows in front. "What do you want, Annette?" Jeff spoke to her, seemingly unaffected by the straight extremely seductive form of the woman's body. With the mention of her actual name, Annette eyes lashed out as if to tortuously pierce the skull of the person that spoke them. Slowly her expression returned to normal and she laughed, tilting amateur her head back slightly. "There is not a slave, still alive, who has ever called me anything but Master!" Hardcore Annette spoke as though she was amused at the mention of her actual name by her former slave trainer. "I will tolerate your disrespect for old times sake, Trainer!" "I am no longer your Trainer. I was given my freedom. It was witnessed by the other masters. It can not be revoked by you or anyone else unless I agree to the reinstatement of my servitude." Jeff reminded Annette in a tone that reflected neither malice nor fear. Annette nodded her head up and down slightly as she listened to her former slave trainer. She knew his words to be true. It did not take long. As he thought about her straight perky young fully grown breasts he could feel one of her nipples appear through the cloth. Apparently, the two gay boys had some sort of falling out. Only my anal love for Sven tethered me away gay from the enchantment that had turned my desires to my father. Let it open. Jody took her tongue from my Hardcore ass, turned and sat down so amateur she could slide between my legs and lick and eat my balls. I brighten when I saw Tracy sauntering down the hallway, her big breasts jiggling in her blouse. I gasped for air again, but this time he didn’t let me breathe. Exasperated, “Your pants, I’m going to suck you dick!” I turned on the water and waited for the water to get warm while I cleaned off the cum with toilet paper. I went back into the bedroom and put on my swim trunks. I pulled my parents' eleven-year-old Chevy into the Carrs' driveway, got out and nervously rang the doorbell. Let them say those mean things to her.”