”“It certainly better shows off your station in life. Are you hungry Brianna?”She was hungry but would this be more humiliation? “Yes I am hun...gry Master.”“Well come over here and I’ll give you some food.”Briana walked over to the table and pulled out a chair.“What are you doing?” he barked. “Slaves don’t sit at a table. On your knees!”More humiliation but Brianna complied. He pulled out a plate of food. “Your Master will feed you little slavegirl.” With that he took a piece of food off the. Aaja meri sohniye.. :)And we hugging for few mins and then slowly started kissing and then french kissing and soon the towel from her was pulled down and I was pressing her so soft and yet firm boobs with my one hand and another was busy groping her gorgeous ass. We were kidding like there is no tomorrow. Slow lip locks and then french kissing and again slow. This kept on going for 10-15 mins and then I started caressing her back with one hand and another still gripping, fondling, pinching her. What a great joy to behold and what an incredible feast. There were blond German rolls, the finest black pumpernickel, fat pretzels, buttered of course, together with those sloppy white Bavarian sausages of such yucky consistency and such marvellously delicate taste, sweet mustard and radishes too; wonderful pastrami and pickles from his Jewish mate; fresh salted butter from Ireland; French cheeses; almost black salamis from Croatia and Hungary made of donkey ham and wild boar; Danish roll. There's only two left and I hate to throw them out."You think for a second and took at your watch."It's 2:50. Come over at 4:00 with the beers. How's that?" That's fine," I say as I turn to go. "See you at 4:00.When you let me in you are wearing your usual sleepwear, a tank top and thin pants. Your nipples are already poking out. You follow my gaze."It's just because it a little cold in here," you tease.I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts ... it's warm in your room.We sit on the couch, drink our.