”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 plate and placed it at her mouth. Briana was angry and humiliated again but opened her mouth and ate the food. He’s showing me that I an animal and don’t deserve to sit at a table she thought. The feeding. He sat so close he could feel her bare leg brushing his leg. She laughed nervously and he noticed that she was already flushed, with the beginning of desire. He decided to have a little fun with it. He leaned close to tell her something. His lips grazed her ear lobe as he spoke. She didn't move away at all. He saw the goosebumps rise on her flesh. She shivered just slightly as if she were cold. She slid closer to him. They talked for a few minutes, and she ordered a second drink. He leaned in. You just had to take up with that tramp..." She's not a tramp!" Charles sneered. "She was loving and kind..." She's a homewrecker," Michael challenged. "If she knew you were married, she should have moved on to another man who wasn't. As it is, you've lost the love of a woman you don't deserve anymore. I don't blame her at all. You've ruined a good thing and now you're paying for it. Drinking isn't going to bring her back." Fuck you!" Charles reached for the bottle but Michael wouldn't give it. "I told you it would be a big load, didn't I?" Swinging her body around on the bed, she was now on all fours and eagerly licking the cum from their faces."Time for some more White Russians I think!"The three sat naked side-by-side at the end of the bed, sipping their fresh cocktails, with the woman idly fingering Dave's foreskin. Nick wondered to himself whether these lethal concoctions might hamper their performance. But the woman had other ideas.Getting up from the bed she retrieved a long.