A Hearty Lunch

Your table is starting to get a little crowded. Stella has joined the gang today, so she can take care of Lacey during lunch. The first meal in the new location is soup, something warm to melt the chilly mountain snow.

Lacey has her exposed mouth wide opening and is waiting for the next spoonful of chicken noodles from Stella. "Please look at my tits, here comes the plane prrrrrrrrrrrr." She inserts the the spoon in her charge's mouth, and scoops up any spillage. "Good girl!"

"She can't hear you." Chad has his arms crossed and is grumbling to himself.

"Someone's jealous." You smirk at him. He's so upset he hasn't even gawked at Stella once the whole time she was there.

"I'm her caretaker, I should be the one feeding her."

"Please look at my tits, I'm her roommate." Stella stuck her tongue out and shook her tits, like a primate asserting her dominance. Between them Lacey smacked her mouth open and closed for another shot of soup, and Chad continued to look enviously as Stella fed the person he considered to be his girlfriend, even though they weren't official.

There was lunacy all over the cafeteria today, the bound up woman proving infinite sources of entertainment for rowdy guys and gals who had more cruelty than heart. Some shot straw rappers at the ladies, others basked in the pure anonymity of the situation and stole a grope where they could. And those poor gals could only squeak in surprise and look around dumbly.

For the most part their roommates treated them with grace. Feeding them, and keeping them out of trouble, and away from the boys who were gaining confidence from your bad example. The men around school were starting to treat the women around school the way you did, and that dog just wouldn't hunt. You'd have to deal with that before this place became one big frat house.

A few tables over you could Lucy tending to her half-dressed roommate. Seeing that your rules now accounted for her twenty-four hours a day, she seemed to have difficulty handling the buttons on her new school blouse, and the latch of her bra. And if she was having trouble dressing herself it went doubly for her roommate who's decency was only protected by the sweater vest which kept the blouse from falling away from her naked tits completely.

You felt that warm sick pleasure in knowing that your **** was going well. If Lucy had just kept temper and smart mouth under control, they'd all still be able to sleep in their own beds at night.

Sad.

It was doubly delightful to watch her try to feed her roommate. Having shoes for glove ruled out the possibility of her using a spoon, so she had to balance the bowl between her hands and lightly tip it over so her partner could loudly slurp up what she could, and let the rest dribble down her chin and onto her tits. Luckily the school's soup was one degree above lukewarm. It wasn't nearly the heartwarming sight Stella and Lacey had.

Pricilla had taken herself out of the equation completely and let her roommate feed herself. The poor woman was on all floors licking her soup out of the bowl like a cat. Or she would have been on all fours, if her arms weren't bound behind her back. That was certainly one way to do it.

"Your girlfriend is a freak dude." Chad chuckles and watches Pricilla pet her roommate while talking to a few of the others at her table.

You look a Chad's own girlfriend who's finished up her own meal and is now sucking noisily on a pacifier. You figure that constant sucking action is the only real stimulation she has to entertain herself. Then you look back at Pricilla. "Yeah I guess she is."