.. Stacey." The emphasis onthe feminine name made me flush, but I stayed quiet. No need to provokethem - whoever they were."All right Stacey, it's tim... to be a good girl and eat your dinner. Orrather, be a bad girl. Because you see, that device is your feeder. Itwill serve you a protein drink, which will give you all the nutrition youneed. It's the only food you'll get here ... But you have to earn it. Andthe only way to do that is to behave just like those sluts you used tolove watching on. The private dining room will give us a little more quiet to talk.”She looked relieved and showed us the way. Gina was looking at me strangely, but waited until we were seated across from each other at the large table with menus. “You come here often enough for them to worry about pissing you off?” she asked.“Nah, I tip well enough for them to want me coming back,” I laughed and pointed out the items on the menu that I’d tried and that I hadn’t found anything less than delicious.She nodded and. I’ve seen various members of staff, always male, come and go over the years until a couple of months ago when my trim was done by a new member of staff called Lyn (they all had their names in a graffiti style font above their station). My first visit was very pleasant; having a haircut always involves being in close proximity with whoever is holding the clippers, and being able to have the sweet scent perfume wafting past my noses was more preferable than aftershave.Last weekend it was time for. I couldn’t control myself from kissing him on his lips. I got off the bed, and put on a blanket on him. While he was taking a nap, I thought to finish some work. I took a quick shower, and then wearing my bathrobe, I sat down in the couch. I grabbed my laptop and files, and started working. I hadn’t work in past few days, so I had lots of work pending. Soon couple of hours passed, and I thought to relax for few minutes. Suddenly my phone rang. Adam was still sleeping so not to disturbing him I.