Except for those lovely, big tits. Bill was glad that his wife had agreed to the enhancement of her modest though large nippled breasts. "Yes, my dear.... She asked me to talk to you about the games you're playing with your Uncle Ben." Uh... what games. Sir?" The make-believe youngster looked shyly down at her feet."I'm sure you know what I mean, Rachael. But before I try to help you, you have to be honest with me and tell me what you and he do." Uh, I? Like? We just kinda play, Sir?" Tell me.... Sir Ian continued, “Black tie. Don’t be late. The delay of a day on the work is unimportant compared with such an invitation. Don’t forget, you are there in a private capacity. Do not commit the Government to anything. Try to use the correct knife and fork. Never touch food with your left hand. Pass the port to the left. I assume you are house trained?”“I hope so, sir,” said Derek as it began to dawn on him that he had better mind his p’s and q’s at this dinner; he had never dined with royalty. ‘What is she doing in here, er there?’ ‘Good question baby, I was about to ask her myself’. Liv replied. ‘Slave, why are you in that cage in OUR house??’ Nadia spat. Nadia accepted the marriage to Liv with open arms. She had followed her husbands logic on the breeding (on her wedding day no less) of the slaves. But she had asked him point blank about anymore girls in the house. Worse yet, the girls kept getting prettier. She was deeply afraid soon she would be too manly. ‘Answer me bitch!’. When I sensed he was gonna shoot I’d cup my tits together around it and he’d splash my belly button. He was so grateful for the release.I enjoyed the small climaxes he gave me but they were unnecessary. An eight-incher had reamed and plundered my crotch after lunch as part of client-satisfaction protocol, ie, to make a big sale. My dinner partner carried a thick seven-incher which had deep-fucked me to several good ones too. But they were not there to give me a little pre-sleep relaxation..