He was wearing military fatigues again. His trim figure looked every bit the part of a soldier or mercenary. In his hands he held two bowls.“Are my ...itch and her bitch-boy hungry? Eat up, slaves.” He placed the two pet bowls on the floor. With both of them starving, Ashley and Brad knelt down and dipped their faces into the bowls. Bits of bacon fat mingled with bread crust, a few leaves of lettuce, and random pieces of fruit. It wasn’t much more than table scraps, but at least it was food. The. Seven had not been much but with that rod flexing in his hand he had enjoyed every one. So now he didn't believe she was really going to make him hurt. It was just a game, a threat, and he really liked her hand on him. Samantha got some stockings out of a draw. She made him hold his hands together and tied them quickly. Then she pulled the bed clothes off and gave him a push so he fell flat on his back over the bed. She pulled his arms high and tied the stocking around one of the boards making. Little miss snotty bitch to me just swallowed my cum.I was feeling pretty satisfied with myself she raised her head up and looked at me still stroking my partially deflated cock."I hope you have more from me", she mused.She pushed my boxers down and off.With that she turned herself around in the bed and straddled my face.She lowered her pussy next to my mouth as she lowered hers back on to my cock.I could smell the lust coming from her pussy. I pulled my finger up and slid it along her slit. . Everything will be ready in a moment." I had bowls with spoons and paper plates out. I filled two bowls and brought them to the table. I cut a sandwich in half, put it on a plate, and set it on the table. I cut everything off and moved the pots. I cut my sandwich and brought it over. I seated her and then sat down myself.She prayed for the food, the wonderful man with her, and for our talking later. I echoed her amen. We ate. She had tea but had put in artificial sweetener. "Do you ever add.