When this one walked into the coffee bar, he wasn’t sure about this idea of serving an older man. He thought he was far too hot to belong to someone not of equal youth and hotness. But, about halfway through the Grande Latte, the drug began to take effect… the look in the eyes began to glaze over… and suddenly he was very open to… suggestion. When the rest of the java disappears it will be time to get up and leave. And IT will follow behind without asking, without protesting… and the permanent enslavement will begin. Never underestimate an older Master, boyz… and never piss one off by showing arrogance. This one paid handsomely for it.