?Oh nothing to bad, we will just prepare you like a real meat girl but only to display you of course,? she giggled, ? we will put you out in the main ...oom for everyone to see and then when the real meat girl arrives we will take you back here to the kitchen and let you go and cook the real meat girl and nobody will know the difference.?Tracey looked at Emily not quite believing what was being suggested, the whole idea was incredibly exciting, she would get her wish to experience being a meat. Now she put back her breast inside and pulled other breast outside. She rubbed the breast for a moment, perhaps to mobilize the flow of milk. Picked the baby again, put on lap and lashed baby to her nipple. Baby started suckling.This time she was a bit careless, I don’t know perhaps intentionally she kept her whole breast open for my eyes and turned her face towards me. I was watching her fruit. “So do you have milk all around the day” I asked. She laughed a bit. I smiled. “Haan” Her voice was. "Anxious to see are we?" She smiledgiven her position, the obvious eagerness of the others and slight tipsinessfrom the champagne. With a warning finger to her blood-red lips she said, "NowI know you are all eager, but be careful of these steps…" With thatadmonition Sandra unlocked the cellar door, turned on the light above the woodensteps, and began the steps downward, under her house. "My very own slave," she proclaimed as the others bunched behind. In themuted light kneeled a chained male. They knew that my wife had gone out to Utah to help her mother out. She had fallen and broke her hip. It could be a lengthy stay.The wine was getting to Cathy and both Bill and I knew it. She was slurring her speech, she was spilling her drink, and her miniskirt had risen up far enough to show off her panties. Bill enjoyed looking at them as much as I did. Hell, knowing Bill he got even more excited knowing that I could see them too.She had made a few bathroom runs during the night and then she.