More Captive Pinto

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I looked up with barely concealed disgust. “Hello Anton. I thought I sensed an ill wind, but I attributed it to the changing of the dregs at the brewery in the town.”

He gave me a sour look and turned his attention to Chris. “The paint is a vast improvement,” he said with mock kindness. “I think perhaps double the amount would be even better.”

“We don’t all of us have the easy facility with paint you have, Anton,” I replied sweetly. “Did your mother the whore teach you? Or was it an in-bred talent?”

The look he gave me could have curdled milk. “You know you are wasting your time with shopping trips and cosmetics lessons, Zachary. The true measure of a pet will be in his master’s bed and nowhere else. Stop coddling the lad and teach him how to suck a cock if you really want to do him a favor.”