Finally, he subsided, and the man looked over at James. James rolled onto his back, afraid to move too much, his boyish cock hard from the fingering he had received, but quickly softening from fear. “Oh, well then why don’t we have a quick preview of what you’ll be doing at the theater tonight.” The man stood up, pulling his fingers from James’ ass. Even though the throat-fucking was hot as hell, making James hard, he realized that his master might be watching the entire thing via the webcam. And then he saw the light flashing on his monitor. James couldn’t help but gasp, and the man smiled. He turned around, knowing his master always enjoyed sight of his tight little ass. He had a waiting message. “What are you doing playing around all alone, boy? His legs were like tree trunks, but it was between them that most interested the boy. “Turn on your camera, let me see you.” James dutifully switched on his webcam, his tiny image popping up in the corner to show it
