Tom shouted for everyone to be quiet, he said that in five minutes the food would be served, but before we would all say grace. All fell silent as Tom...said grace, it felt very strange saying grace in an atmosphere that as charged with hunger and sex.Jean, Rob and myself started serving the plates made up by the others. Jean was right, it was impressive the number of knives and forks that kept getting dropped.I noticed that Jean was standing with her legs apart as she served, anyone who dropped. Especially the last six or ten of them. Hell, all thirty-one of them. While I am on it, most of them in my entire career. I didn’t care about their needs, did I?I assumed I was feeding them exactly what they wanted.What a demeaning, helpless feeling it must be, knowing the brute man pig wants a piece of you, solely for the curves of your body. Or your tits. Or your ass.Or, my immediate situation, your pectoral muscles, or your cock, or your ass. I couldn’t imagine going down the ass road with. "And I kinda feel this is playing to your enthusiasms as well." Gregg carefully opened the door to one of the service rooms.One of the hotel's housekeeping staff, sitting in the room, looked up as they entered. "Can I help you, Sir?" she asked."Yes," said Gregg. "You could just look at this for a moment." He pointed to the ruby and as the girl's gaze travelled upwards towards it she was at once transfixed. "And now you can take off your uniform." Yes, of course, Sir," the girl responded. I washed my dirty clothes andpolished my boots as per my instructions from Mrs Heller. All my footwearwas very glossy patent and I had to rub special cream into it and makesure it was shining for the next time I wore it. I eventually got to bedre-inserting the vibrator in my faux vagina as I'd been told and the plugin my bum. The latter was beginning to feel almost comfortable until itstarted buzzing.I'd stared at myself in the full length mirror for several minutes--withthe latex thing on my.