As Master Ahmed continued to stroke my erection and kiss my neck, I was shocked to see Ahkbar enter the room angrily carrying a shotgun! Master Ahmed rose to his feet, pulling me to stand by my cock, and screamed at Ahkbar......."How dare you! Brandish a weapon in my home! You! My former cockboy!" At that, Ahkbar aimed and shot Master Ahmed squarely in the chest! He fell and released his grip on my erect dick. I ran and tried to hide but heard the gun shoot again. I looked back to see that Ahkbar had committed suicide by putting the gun barrel in his mouth and firing. Chaos was now consuming the house of Master Ahmed as his other servants ran around crying hysterically at these horrific events. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed my arm and the tuxedoed limo driver took me out the back entrance to the car and tossed me in the back seat like a rag doll. My clothes were waiting for me and I hurredly got dressed. Neither of us said a thing during the long ride back to the city, until we apporached the street that my apartment was on. He barked at me to come up to the front seat and told me that I would be smart to forget everything that I had seen that day and forget that I ever knew any of them. I nodded my head meekly in agreement. He told me that Master Ahmed's death now released me from my service to him and that I was free to go. As I moved to the door handle, he grabbed my arm closest to him and pulled me close to him. "Don't you think I deserve a reward for getting you out of there before the police arrived and asked you a lot of embarrassing questions?", he said as he rubbed my left hand on his crotch. I could feel his cock stiffening in his black silk tuxedo trousers. I nodded quickly and he released his monstrously huge cock from its prison in his pants. Ten inches long and three inches wide with a huge bulbous throbbing mushroom head, the chouffeur's cock was a thing of beauty. I hungrily licked and sucked it while he moaned with delight. Before long he shot his bountiful wad into my mouth and I was free to go. As I rode the elevator back up to my apartment, I thought, Wow, what an adventure! I had had three masters in the past year and two of them were now deceased. Maybe I'd take a break from slave duty for a while, I thought, until that is I saw the flashing light on my answering machine. The message I heard there would change my life yet again......... More to come, love Heywood