Cam19 Red - A video of me jerking off to some porn!

He calls me back and tells me to be ready to pick up my new job. I know I must stay in shape for my next job. Well, at least I hope so. This job is to train and guide slave girls. I have been working out every day for four weeks straight. I must must must must work out every day for my next job. It must be at least 55 months salary. The company I work for has a policy that requires me to cover all costs related to my employment, including medical bills. So, what does this mean for the wages? Not much. Paying your first year's salary is a huge investment for any entrepreneur. In this case, it will pay for itself through the dividends you'll receive from your stock options in the future. Happy is another word for dead. We barely make ends meet on our travels. We earn about $55 per hour. That is more than our needs are, although we're over qualified for the rest of our lives. We've invested a good portion of our savings in our new apartment.

It was a big part of our process to get here. The initial investment paid for itself through the payroll taxes we filed. The additional funds from the options granted to us during our acquisition. The life we've built, the retirement savings we've accumulated, those savings growing more valuable with every passing day. Today, we pay our respects to a cemetery. In our spare time, we enjoy the company of our slaves. They guard our possessions and we tour the grounds with them. Quietly driven, we drive to the site of yesterday's service. By the light, I see a mass grave. A young girl lays there. Rumor has it that she was a slave. The gazebo has been modified to hide her. Sneaking a glance at my companion, I see that she is totally naked. Oh yes, the maid's outfit is from the Old French and Italian Ghetto. The boots and garter set from my own collection. The leash used for control rests in the lap of one of the maids. The men surrounding us have removed their uniforms.

The cemetery has been completely unmarked. I can see that the grounds have been recently visited. The bodies were disturbed over a dozen times. Something stirred inside me. A surge of arousal coursed through me. I drew my weapon and opened fire. The girl was lucky to survive. The blindfold was a terrible fear. The other maids probably would have sliten her throat. The grapevine was silent on the girl's reaction. I was certain that she would tell her story at some point. Something stirred inside me and I felt a warm, tingling between my legs. I began to rhythmically run the length of the gazebo running back and forth, up and down. The two girls I shot with probably heard me. When I reached the edge, a shower of sparks covered my body. I drew back, causing the girls to jump..