I noticed you because you had complied. 
The word had passed, red and whites must turn real.
No more generic faces would be eyed,
For you it was a challenge, no big deal.

The others were dropped, only you were kept. 
 I took advantage, thanked you the first chance
You appeared, glad you opted to accept,
And we chatted and did the cyber dance.

You admitted that you were a big flirt.
It took thirty minutes, but you blew me.
Online of course, what could it ever hurt.
And I had eaten your clit and pussy.

I fucked your juicy cunny long and deep,
Then took the back hole as you begged me too.
It seemed you had become a sub to keep.
So I became a Master just for you.

Pictures I wanted, your smartphone came through.
Sent to me in emails, I got a lot. 
Gladly I returned the favor to you,
My MacBook Pro photo booth was so hot.

Lots of pictures of dicks, both hard and limp.
You saved them all in an album at home.
Pictures of pussies, a tit like a blimp,
Kept me close to you, not wanting to roam.

Then I discovered you sister, your twin,
And now there was twice as much cunt to lick.
Pictures of coozes, a breast to cause sin,
She wanted to share all the fun, my prick.

So more photo booth cocks were sent away
To serve to put her to bed, a sweet sleep.
All the photos and shots would make her day
As they had worked before to make you seep.

Each night before bedtime, taking a shot
Of a hard bright red cock ready to cream,
And downloaded briskly and sent still hot
To both of you wanting your own cum dream.

Now as the Master, fulfilling your needs
Sending photos my computer can make.
And you as the subs respond, you pay heed,
By passing the smartphone photos you take.