” No slaves ate before the family left the table. “Something will be in the kitchen.” The cooks always ate well, much better than the other slav...s.“Anything I have left, you may eat before you bring it back to the kitchen. When it is fully dark, see me in my room.” She had served him a whole chicken; he had eaten not all that much more than half. She feasted on chicken until she was afraid of being sick. It was more fowl than she had eaten in the entire time since Lupercalia. Then she ate all. I dressed very provocatively, wearing a micromini denim skirt which rode low on my hips and a white shorty tanktop without a bra, of course. Did I wear any panties? Of course not.When I walked into the research area, Phil was sitting at the usual table. He looked up and saw me and smiled. He then looked me slowly up and down, repeatedly. I sat down next to him. “Mari,” he whispered, “That is a dangerous outfit to be wearing out on the street. Someone is going to try and pick you up.” I giggled.. Her mind was full of alarming thoughts but she was unable say anything. Her body was responding for her. She could feel the reaction inside her as Javier drizzled warm massage oil over her ass. He grasped the globes of flesh and roughly kneaded them occasionally stroking up and down her thighs. Her mind was swimming in erotic feelings as she wished she could see what was happening. He lubed up his right hand slipped it between her inner thighs. He stroked the edges of her labia while. Ashley kissed me deeply, her tongue probing my mouth with hunger. I returned the kiss with equal passion and worked on the zipper to her dress at the same time. I carefully worked the dress off of her and then let it fall around her ankles. She stepped out of the dress and kicked it behind her, all without breaking our kiss. I knew getting me undressed was going to be a chore so I decided to take matters into my own hands."Let me get undressed myself," I said, breaking the kiss. "It'll be.