It was saturday, mid-may. Daniel was sweating like the dirty pig he is, macbook on his knees scrunched into a sloth like stretch. His moon grey macbook presented tabs after tabs of loli Porn, through dans jet black skinny jeans you could see a small lump erupting, his raging Cock. Fully erect.
Phillip awoke, the time being 1.35pm as his digital alarm clock stated. Stumbling out of bed he put on his emoji slippers and his pyjama t-shirt on, Slowly strutting to his parralel to the living room staircase. He arrived at the bottom; hitting the one creakie floorboard at the hallway entrance. To the kitchen he went and poured himself a bowl of frosties, and adding in semi-skimmed milk.
Daniel had his sound councelling earphones on so he could hear every moan in the porno, making him totally unaware of his master phillips arrival downstairs. Poor Dan only realised when Phil placed his hand on his weak shoulder, with a grip of dominance. "Filthy mut." Phil said in a calm, soothing voice. Dan looked up, a twinkle in his Eye, I'm sorry master. While winking.
