Camalia was frozen in fear as she tried to make sense of the strange situation. A strange sense of Deja vu came over her. Camalias eyes widened as she remembered her nightmare from earlier.
"Was that a dream? Is this a dream? I don't.....I don't even know anymore!" Camila's body shook as she tried to make sense of the strangely familiar situation. She was so distracted that the blond didn't fight or question you as you slowly leaned her backwards so she was leaned up against the table.
"I think Camalia wants the first piece of cake. Should we give it to her?" You speak to the crowd who roars their approval. Katlin quickly cuts a rather large piece of cake and skillfully picks it up with the knife. Katlin knows you, and your kinks, well enough to understand what you intend to do.
Camalia watches in silent horror as you reach up to her hands and slowly pull them away from her chest, giving the crowd another good look at her chest. She doesn't fight you as much as you would think. The situation throwing her off to the point she couldn't muster the strength to resist. You place her hands across the table making her look almost as if she was going to give you a big hug. "Stay like this."
You order firmly. Tracing your hands back across her arms and down her torso you hold Camalia by her hips, keeping her steady. Unlike her breathing which was shallow and quick. Camalias heaving chest only quickened as Katlin dropped the cake between her breasts, the icing splattering over her torso.
"Oops! Haha sorry love." Katlin said giggling. She had gotten a small dab of frosting on your shirts collar.
"You gonna clean it up?" You ask smirking. Katlin quickly leans in and licks the frosting off your shirt before tracing her tongue up your neck and into your mouth. The frosting adding a pleasant sweetness to your fiancés tender kiss. You only kiss for a few moments before separating.
"Yummy." You say before bringing your gaze back to your cake covered slave. Licking your lips you pick up your fork only to drop it. Obviously it was on purpose but you still acted like it was an accident.
"Oops. Butterfingers." You say before bringing your face closer to your cake. Camalias chest heaves as you begin eating your cake right off of her body.
"My compliments to the chief." You say looking back to Katlin. "Only the best for you Andrean." Katlin retorts playfully before dragging her finger over Camalias chest. Katlin dragged her finger around Camalias torso before poking her breasts.
You feel Camalias legs press into yours as she tries to hold herself together. "No! This brute was bad enough but now he is letting this woman touch me!? No! I...I'm not that....I couldn't do that with a girl!"
Katlin then brings her finger back. On it's tip was some of the frosting that had splattered onto Camalias boob. She quickly brought it to her mouth and slowly licked it off. "Don't you just ardor buttercream?" Katlin asks you seductively.
"My favorite." You answer before leaning back down and tasking another bite of cake. Bringing your moth another step further to being able to lick the plate clean. Camalia followed your every action as you slowly weaned down the delicious barrier that separated the two of you. She only looks away as the sounds of moaning could be heard around the room.
Many of the party goers were imitating the two of you. Eating their cake off of various parts of the other slaves bodies. Camalia shook in fear as the realization hit her.
"I...I am one of the harlots! But...no! I am a noble! A lady! This can't.....this just can't happen!"
Camalia looked back down to see that Katlin had taken a seat on you lap with her. Not only that but she was helping you finish your cake by eating it off of Camalias chest as well. Camalia now noticed there was a third hand on her. One that was lightly squeezing her rear and whose fingers were dangerously close to her clit. Meanwhile Katlin's other hand was draped over your shoulder to help support herself.
To make matters worse the two of you were just about finished with your slice of cake and were about ready to clean your plate.
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