A path to choose. A branch to form. Lifes to change

A new day, a new task, Jack thought while standing in front of the windows of his bedroom, looking down on the waving palm trees, the azure blue lagoons, the deep blue sea and the whitish walls of the many buildings down below, people still like ants in his changed, primal eyes. Still naked from the last night of hard 'work', reeking of sex, he looked forward to a new day on 'his' island.

"Ready, Master?" Arson, naked and godly beautiful, stood beside him, holding onto his frame, filling him with energy and strength. "Mister Faust demands many tasks of you. People to take care of, problems to solve influence to spread."

"Then we shouldn't disappoint him," he smirked, sipping on a steaming cup of black coffee, red mist trailing around his lips. Full of energy, it took Jack only a short time and he stood ready in his office, presentable, noble and full of dark hunger.

"Where do we start?" Crystal wanted to know, oozing black sperm between her legs, hidden under her black dress? Jack looked down, observing, planning. Then a decision. A target for this beautiful day on this beautiful island.