Although I felt guilt, I was determined to meet Alice tonight, knowing that a meal was not really the offer. I told Denise that I had to go out on bus...ness and would likely be some time. She said, “Yes Master” and looked up at me… trusting, a stab of guilt, almost had me change my plans. I found Alice’s apartment block easily, being in the fashionable part, in centre of town. The concierge opened the door for me as if I were expected, and directed me to the lift. . A few minutes later, she heard his footsteps outside the door, heard him knock softly. ‘Please, baby,’ he kept saying. ‘Please, can’t we just talk about this?’ He did this for a half hour, but she wouldn’t respond. She sat on the floor, her back against the tub, crying into her hands. Ten minutes after he stopped and she heard the front door open and close, she went back out. Her tears had dried, but she was still sniffling. His uniforms were still sitting in a pile on the floor, the panties. Out in the barn, I watched with interests as she ladled tiny pellets of pig-meal into a blender, finally pouring in two pints of water and churning the contents into a thin, brown, creamy liquid. I hadn't given much thought about how the inmate of the box was to be fed and watered, but I could see now that the thin porridge could be easily sucked through the rubber tube in the box. Rebecca took the blending jug and a large funnel outside to where the box stood. Jamming the end of the funnel. Urine splashed on Vias chin and ran yellow down her throat and between her huge mounds. The sight was so erotic, my balls exploded suddenly and I filled Antsys cunt to the brim with my cum. Via began licking Betty clean, eagerly pleasuring the Black girl. Antsy pulled out of me, rubbed a finger through her messy snatch, then got off the bed and walked over to her girlfriend. You made a mess, Via. Let me clean you up. I watched my sister lick the pee up the valley of Vias breasts, up her neck,.