..a marble or granite surface. I am nude as best I can tell. The cool, dank air is tickling my skin all over. There is musky smell in the air. A ...asement? no. there is something clean about the smell. It's somewhere old, I smell old polished wood, and stone...a church? perhaps.There is a soft droning sound. It's not unpleasant or pleasant. It just consumes the room. It's all I can hear. It's like...a pipe organ, playing notes that don't belong together. but it's not. Maybe it's. I wondered if she’d suspect something if I eased up on it. On the other hand, keeping words to a minimum with cheeks full of cotton wool made sense."Not my problem, honey. I pay good money. You be good or I tell husband his wife a slut. He like that, you think?" No, no, please, no." Ellen collapsed sobbing again and I retreated. I felt like a total shit doing this to her but I still thought it had to be done. I left her another ten minutes until she'd stopped sobbing. When she had a few more. The form went on awhile so I ended up just skipping about half of the words and not even bothering with the terms and agreements before signing the form. The girl took it and my ID, checking to be sure I was over 21 years of age then gave it back."If you will follow me please, I'll take you to Abby to get prepped." Prepped?" I muttered under my breath.I followed the girl behind the bar and through some doors into another room that resembled something along the lines of a waiting room. Sitting. Slave Connie would only smile and nod. She then disappeared into the kitchen to eat her own meal.About an hour later, Master Jim called out. “Slave Connie, you may serve desert now. Start at the far end of the table.”Slave Connie knew what to do. She stepped into the dinning room and replied. “Yes Master.” Slave Connie then dropped to her knees and crawled under the table at the end farthest from Master Jim. She was greeted with the sight of seven cocks and seven pussies naked from the waist.