Apprentice Tate

From the moment Apprentice Tate crawled into the room in his flimsy ceremonial robe, I knew we were going to have fun. I instructed him to wash me, looking smugly over my shoulder at Master Snow who was being forced to play second-fiddle to me on this occasion.

Young Tate carried out his business with beautiful precision. His task was to demonstrate servitude by washing my feet, and he did this with a deeply sensuous, seductive touch. The room was utterly silent except for the sound of the boy’s breathing, which became increasingly labored as his desire for me increased. VISIT MASONIC BOYS OFFICIAL SITE