Saturday came around. The day Cordon Bleu was to come around and see me. I've been dreading this day and Master Zac made it worse by telling me what Cordon might have planned for me. After a morning of rubbing Master Zac's feet and helping him jack off, I was washed and blow dried and prepared for for Cordon's visit. Master Zac called Cordon to see where he was and Cordon told him he was on his way. He was just stuck in traffic. Waiting was torture. I wished he would just arrive and get it over with.
An hour had passed and finally Cordon arrived. I was brought downstairs to the living room and set on the coffee table.
"Stay!" Master Zac commanded sternly and went to answer the door. "Cordon, man, good to see you."
"Hey, buddy."
An hour had passed and finally Cordon arrived. I was brought downstairs to the living room and set on the coffee table.
"Stay!" Master Zac commanded sternly and went to answer the door. "Cordon, man, good to see you."
"Hey, buddy."