He said that nothing would be hotter than to see his grandson dressed in something sexy and getting passed around between a bunch of men being treated...like a slut. I agree to it and tell him that I would do whatever I could to please him. We arrive at the location,which is a warehouse belonging to one of the guys,this is where he conducted his daily business. The place was empty by this time,we arrived at 10:00pm on a Saturday night. I step out of the car in my plaid mini skirt,white. I tried to cover my nakedness, but the man neither noticed or cared that we were naked.“This is Alain,” Victoria introduced. “He is the Chef for dinner.”“This is Brian, and he will be serving and bussing,” she added.Alain looked at me up and down but didn’t say anything. Mistress Victoria took me back into the dining room and instructed me on how to set the table, serve the food and drinks. Victoria motioned for me to kneel on the floor before her.“This is an important night for you and me,”. Drake was suddenly thankful for the boxers he still wore. He watched as the women then forced the men’s jaws open and yanked out two bottom teeth, ignoring the agonized screams of the men. They’d then apply the brands using the red hot markers sitting in the small furnace next to the platforms. Finally, as the men hung from their ties exhausted and hurting, the women would cut open a small slit in their ball sac and insert a small flexible metal sheet with what looked like mechanical stuff on. I knelt down on the floor right next to her chair. She looked little confused when I pulled off her shoes, but didn't object. I began to stroke her legs, starting at her ankles, then working my way up her legs, caressing her inner thighs. Halfheartedly, she tried to stop me now. "Come on, we cannot do this here. We are at work!" But she didn't stop me, when my fingers started to touch her crotch. I caressed her pussy through her pants and she moand loud in pleasure, pressing her head hard.