As the men sat, they ogled us, touched us, felt us up. Kissed us anddid whatever else they wanted. We were toys for their enjoyment. Onepositive thoug...h, we were able to have some food. The food was servedand Trish, Sarah and I were served last. I ate slowly so I couldenjoy the taste and not overfill myself. I kept being pawed duringdinner making it tough to finish my food. Finish I did though and Ikept my cool not wanting to cause the three of us any punishment.After dinner the men got up and. I moaned softly and my Master whispered in my ear: “you’re okay?” I nodded. They untied us and bound our elbows and wrists tightly behind our backs. My legs could barley hold my weight but my Master hold me so I didn’t fall. He hooked a hook to my tit bondage and pulled it tight. He let go of me since I couldn’t fall anymore. The slave girls rolled a heavy weighted ball over the floor and put it in front of our legs. Sandra was one meter to my right in the same position. The balls were attached. I've been to McDonalds and had an incident with aflaming pickle. Then I got picked on by the police force. I've been outto a restaurant with the slime ball from hell. Then I got picked up bya lecherous taxi driver, got groped, and had an accident. I had to runfrom the scene of an accident. I got picked up by some gay bikers andnow, to finish off the perfect day, I am being chucked out of thisplace which I laughingly call home. To say I'm an unhappy bunny wouldbe an understatement.''Saying that;. ” I tell her not wanting to cause her any pain or injure her sensitive area and waiting a moment before I start to slowly push inside her, “talk to me, tell me if you want me to slow down, speed up or pull out.”“Just please go slow.” She says quietly and sounding a little worried with all of the cocky confidence from before now gone from her voice leaving her sounding like the young teenage girl that she is.“I will.” I tell her before capturing her lips in a soft yet deep kiss as I slowly push.