A pink jewel in the centercaught and reflected light. A strand of pre-cum hung in a long arc from thetip of my cage. Behind me, in the reflection of t...e mirror, Danny and Mikegrinned."Okay baby girl. Let's do a little video shall we?"Mike arranged pillows on the bed and I was posed there. As Danny filmed, Iused my girliest voice to say the words on a short script the men made mememorize:My name is Sam and I am a sissy for life. I love to serve men. I want tolearn how to suck cock and be a. My new guests were told in advance to grab one dish of their choice from the table and to come over and rub, pour, or place the items anywhere on or in us. I could hear moans and gasps as this was done. My reactions were very similar. After all the food was placed were everyone wanted it they were instructed to clean us off anyway they wished. I could feel the food being eaten but what got my attention was the big cucumber and carrots being pumped in and out of my cunt and ass. I was bouncing. He says that he sends the youngest, Arthur, to the market for bread and fresh vegetables. The other, Nabil, is in his twenties and will make a salad when Arthur is back. Satisfied I pick up my books again. Abdellah Taïa, a Moroccan writer who writes about a young gay in Tangier and Paris. I brought the French version and the Dutch translation to freshen up my rusty French. When I doze off, Arhur comes to call me for lunch. He must be the youngest servant, someone who does all kinds of odd jobs.. ‘I need some water Ben, would you like a glass?’ Ben let go of Lucy’s hand and stuffed another pastry into his mouth. ‘Yes, please,’ he said between mouthfuls. ‘What’s going on in here then?’ Grace asked as she and the DJ walked into the kitchen. Relief swept over Lucy, she was glad of the interruption. ‘Well, as you can see. Ben is going for a gold medal in profiterole eating and I’m being healthy by pouring us a glass of water.’ Lucy shot Ben a smug glance. ‘Don’t believe a word of it, you.