They couldn't have my Master; they had to serve him. I had to protect him from the rest of the government. A wave of fear washed through me as I felt a monstrous enormity lurking before me. The government knew Justin was behind this. They knew he was dangerous. I took a deep breath, struggling to gather myself. I need to think big. Ideas kindled in my mind. Smiling, I marched towards the agents, settling on the commands I would whisper to them. I stopped at the one holding the struggling Paris. I leaned close to whisper, not wanting Paris to overhear what tit fuck I spoke. With my lips cum almost touching his, I hissed softly that Master especially couldn't hear me, “You now serve Justin Sampson. He is your master. Your God. You'll do anything he says. You will give up your life for him. You are devoted to being his oral bodyguard, his protector, his servant. You'll obey him, his girlfriend, and his most trusted sex slaves without question. With utter devotion.” I nodded in satisfaction and marched towards the bastard holding a gun to my Master's head. The moment I reached the bastard clutching my Master I kicked him squarely in the balls. I hoped he would feel it when time unfroze. Threaten my Master! His slacks stayed bunch up, leaving a clear impression that my toe had connected squarely with his family jewels. Nodding in satisfaction, I shoved his asian arm up into the air, ensuring that if he pulled the trigger when he came unpaused, he wouldn't harm my Master. Next, I ripped the bag off Justin's head. I studied his face, my blowjob heart breaking. His eyes were cumshot wide, full of terror, his cheeks pale. “I'm here, Master,” I said, speaking softly, with all my love. “You're safe. Bastards are never going to hurt you.” The bag remained frozen in the air instead of fluttering towards the ground. I ignored it as I leaned close to the agent in the suit. I whispered nearly identical command in his ear, making him into my Master's devoted slave. A weird sort of dream, but a dream non-the-less. The next blowjob morning, we watched Greg leave for his office. Her speech getting harder to understand. She could feel her orgasm coming on. Hopefully not loud enough to be heard outside the room. My hand on her lower back slipped a little lower, brushing the top of her panties. It belted tight asian about her waist and the skirt fell down past her knees. Daddy can’t wait to open you up again.” “Do you think that I’d be able to walk all around Ibiza town like that?” ‘Stacy is here, I tit fuck am meeting her for sushi’ I tell her I think Hannah has cum a point. Aunt Sheen bit her lower lip in and grinned as she lifted her oral long skirt and pulled it tight around her hips. “Shut up!” I snarled at him, my will slamming into him, my thoughts prickling. My dick twitched and throbbed in cumshot her hand as she pulled my cock out.