Good. It turns me on to know that he's not allowed to touch me.
Slowly, I even want the ugly guy to touch or fuck me. I want you to force me to suck his cock and swallow his cum.
As I serve the food, I stand as close to Stan as I can without you noticing the purpose.
He breathes heavily as I place the plate around him, and my tits dangle right in front of his greedy face as he turns his head to the side and stares at them.
I do it slowly, very slowly, and carefully as a slave should.
He must still smell your cum on me as I do, and maybe my now completely wet pussy too.
You both start to eat, and I wait next to the table.
"On the floor with you, let's see if you know how to sit like a slave," you say between bites.
I have to laugh inside. If you only knew how well I know.
I used to watch Pari so proudly, sitting there with her pussy open for me and her adorable body. I hope I can look just as beautiful.
I get down on my knees and then sit back on my heels. My legs are so wide open that I'm sure you can see my still glistening pussy, and my hands are clasped behind my head.
I feel good in this position.
I know how hot I look and I take a deep breath. My body tightens, and I enjoy your gaze. I feel the rest of your cum wanting to get out of my pussy, and I open it up.
It tingles as a thick drop makes its way down and finally drips onto the floor.
You both stop chewing and stare at the small puddle on the floor in fascination.
Yes, the helpless little slave has your undivided attention.
When I see that your eyes are slowly wandering upwards, I lick my lips as if by chance.
I don't have to look at you to know that your jealousy is awakening. It's like a change in the air in the room, which I notice very clearly. I look down at the floor and stay in my relaxed position with my lips slightly parted.
"Lick it off and go clean yourself up," you say sharply, confirming my suspicions. You don't like to share.
I turn my back to you, stretch my ass way up, and lick the little puddle carefully and slowly. I can't hear you eating, so you stare at me.
Then I get up and go to the bathroom.
I take a long, unhurried shower. It's always excited me to have sex in front of people, but I've never been forced to. This is so hot. I now understand better why Pari has such strong orgasms when I let someone else fuck her.
When I re-enter the living room, Stan is gone. I don't let my disappointment show. So you didn't last long in his presence.
"Now go and get me the whore," you say, and I go and get dressed.
I'm perfectly on schedule.
Before I leave, I send Pari a message that I'm hungry. You didn't think it was necessary to let me eat. You probably get excited knowing that you can let me go hungry. I don't want to enlighten you.
The food that Pari will prepare for me is certainly better than the pizza you are devouring right now.
My slave cooks much better than yours.
I take the car and drive home.
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