As always I picture the setting – I am standing nude preparing to jerk myself off onto a hamburger at the insistence of my clothed sister who is sit...ting at our dining room table. I look at the plate holding her open cheeseburger situated just in front of me and find it all strangely arousing. I'd never associated food with masturbation.In a mock French accent I say “Mademoiselle, would like special sauce for your meat? Each serving is freshly prepared just for you, I am preparing it as we. I woke up and as i was getting dressed i noticed i had no clean underwear or pants. i started to panic and then thought i could wear a pair of my hidden panties again but as for pants i had that pair of girl jeans i bought in impulse a while back i could pass them off as skinny jeans. i pulled on a pair of panties and then grabbed the jeans and pulled them on. they were tight fitting to my legs as i pulled up to my waist i could feel my little white penis getting crushed now it really looked. Obey. Obey! I had to look down at the floor as my slave's reflexes made my feet turn the corner and shuffle to the men. "Look at me girl." Hammer: Obey. Obey! Looking up I scooted my gaze past the kneeling pale form of my father and his head being held firmly in both massive black hands, certainly with part of that cock in his mouth. Sir Kullen was enjoying this show. His smile was twisted as he gave me the order that started a chain of shocking events."Kneel behind him slave. Right up on. Shenever wore socks when she wore her boots, a habit from growing up in EastGermany."Whatare you doing" she cried. Adam had just spat on her clean boot."Um,sorry, I'm just giving them a spit shine" he explained, "the spithelps buff up the polish" What!,I don't care, don't you dare spit on my boots, ever" she said, enjoyingthe position where she was chiding an adult on his knees in front of her."I bet even Cleopatra didn't feel this good with all her slaves" shethought to herself. "I'mreally.