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"Ah but Camalia here is hungry. You don't mind if I spoil her a bit and keep her with me do you?" You ask before turning Camalia around to give the whole table a full frontal view of the blond.

The large table full of people laughed and let out encouraged you to sit down and eat. Clearly wanting you and your new pet to stay. Mostly to keep a hot naked blond at the table for as long as possible. You quickly guide Camalia back to your seat, the sleepy blond following as a loyal pet should. Before you sit however you turn back to the doors to see Sasha still trying to hide her chest.

You ponder for a moment as to why no one said anything about her state of undress. But quickly let it go as you feel Camalias smooth skin under your hand. "Full nudity beats bigger cup size I guess." You think before calling the lovely lady over to yourself with a wave of your hand. She cautiously complies, nervousness clear in her shaky walk.

"Y-yes Master Andrean? How may, um, be of service to you?" You smirk to yourself as you decide to give your guests a bit more entertainment. "Well you can stop fidgeting and lower your hands for starters." Sasha's cheeks darken into a deeper red before she complies with your order.

"Well leave it to the Windriders to have a bevy of beautiful slaves. And so ready to show off their goodies." Spoke Lady Revan, a noble who aided the king in diplomatic relations, before she licked her lips. Cleary attracted to the busty slave. "Well we do keep the best ones for ourselves.

Can you blame us?" Said your father with a rather wide grin on his face. Beatriz refilled his glass of water before walking away. As she did she pumped his chair rather roughly with her hips causing your father to stifle his laughter. "Oh don't be jealous now Bea."

Your father states as Beatriz walks out of the room. You can see why your father never remarried after your mother passed away. While Beatriz was around even when your mother was alive you always had a strange suspicion his marriage to your mother was more a political move than a heartfelt one. Not that you minded. Beatriz was more a mother to you growing up than your real mother ever was.

"Well it's not like these slaves actually need cloths. We jut dress them up for a bit of class. Honestly they are just as well of like this." You gesture to Camalia's bare body. "No argument here Master Andrean." Lady Revan agrees, her eyes fixed on Sasha's chest.

"By all means friends no need to keep up the act with us. Yawl's slaves can be as free as they want." Reginald states amusedly. Taking a seat you pull Camalia down with you, placing the girl on your lap before wrapping an arm around her slender waist. "Well I think we could all use a little more entertainment. Don't you think father?"

Your father nods his head as he shoves another piece of piece of roasted chicken in his mouth. You look back to Sasha with a sharp grin, one filled with a wicked glee. Sasha knew she was in trouble. Her body trembled as you addressed her. "Sasha, since your blouse is ruined there is really no need for it.

Remove it. As well as all your cloths while your at it." Sasha takes a deep breath before she begins to strip. Being a well trained house slave you didn't really expect her to resist any order you'd give her, though you can tell she is reluctant to strip in a room full of strangers. Silently Sasha pulls her destroyed blouse off of her.

Her undersized bra could barley hold her large breasts as they bounce around as she did so. Letting it fall to the floor she then began to unzip her skirt. The lengthy fabric cascaded down like a black waterfall, reveling her slander legs, wide hips and surprisingly plump rump. You twirl your finger around, signaling Sasha to twirl around. She did so, giving the table a good view of her assets.

"Gotta like a girl with a fine caboose." Reginald states. The rest of the table quickly agrees. "I've always been an admirer of the breasts myself." Says Lady Revan.

Reginald and Lady Revan quickly begin a debate of breasts vs butts. Though they keep their eyes fixed on the stripping maid as she finishes her twirl and once more begins to reluctantly strip. Kicking off her heels she pushes down her white stockings to show off her long legs. Her cheeks grew all the redder as all that was left now was her small bra and matching thong. "Um shall I continue or would you like me to serve you as is Master?" Sasha says hoping you at least allow her to keep a sliver of her modesty.

Smirking you consider whether or not to make Sasha finish her strip show or if keeping her tiny underwear would be better. Though as you do Camalia seems to struggle in your lap. She reaches out and tries to find your fork in order to eat the food she has been searching for. "Hungary." Camalia says before you reach down and take your fork that rested in your mashed potato's.

Bringing it up to her mouth you feed her the gravy covered spuds. She hums in pleasure after finally fining the food she has searched for. Again you must admit Camalia is rather adorable when her mouth wasn't running. You continue to feed her as you speak to Sasha. "Well I wouldn't want Camalia here to feel self conscious about being the only one naked now would I?

And you are her senior slave. You should set a good example and support her." Sasha understands your meaning and continues. Doing her best not to make eye contact with anyone at the table Sasha reaches behind her back, straining the tiny bra as her breasts pushed against it, and unclasp her bra. While the release from pressure on her chest did feel good Sasha still felt her heart drop as her bra, the only thing covering her chest, was slowly pulled away from her and dropped onto the floor.

The table let out a small cheer at the sight of Sasha's breasts, which seemed twice as big now that they were free from their confines. Wanting to get it over with Sasha grabbed the waistband of her thong. Though she hesitated for a moment she quickly shoved it down. Stepping out of them you could see Sasha tremble and struggle not to follow her instincts and cover herself with her hands. "Do-do you require anything else masters?

Or shall I go and mend my uniform." Sasha said hoping you would allow her to leave. Of course you had no intention of such a thing. "No, you are to stay. I rather like having Camalia here on my lap.

I had been calling her a puppy in jest earlier but she really does act like one. So I'll let her stay for now. But since I'm feeding her you can feed me." The table laughs as Sasha reluctantly takes her place next to you and begins cutting up your food for you. "Why don't one of you make yourselves useful and take Sasha's cloths to get washed.

She won't be needing them. And take her blouse to be mended while your at you." You instruct the other slaves serving dinner. One of the male slaves quickly gathers her things and leaves the room. You notice he avoids making eye contact with Sasha as he does.

You gingerly place a roll of bread filled with melted butter up to the blonds mouth. She graciously bites into it, humming displeasure as she did. The butter dripped down from her mouth down her chin and them onto her breasts. Not that she noticed. The blond was far more interested in the food in her mouth.

Camalia absentmindedly wriggled in her seat, grinding her small yet fleshy rump into your crotch. This made dinner a whole different kind of fun. "Well now that's no fair my boy. Keeping all the girls to yourself." Your father said before calling over the other male slave.

"Let's make this a real party. Go and get a few of the cute slaves around this place and bring them here. Oh and don't tell them what we want them for. Just that they are to come directly here and to hurry." While the man seemed uneasy at the idea of deceiving his fellow slaves in such a way he knew better than to disobey his betters.

He quickly left and spoke to several of the more attractive slaves around your estate. As they arrived they were surprised to see Sasha's bare body. And even more surprised when your father ordered them undress themselves. While some were uneasy about such an order none dared disobey. Soon the floor was riddled with house slaves uniforms, worker slaves loincloths, and a few bedroom slaves already skimpy outfits.

The fine dinning experience was quickly transformed into a strange perverted version as many slaves were sitting on your guests laps. Feeding them or letting them eat food off of their bodies. A few just ate their dinner while groping the slaves breasts. You yourself had fun felling Camalia and Sasha up. As you did Camalia wriggled more in your lap, grinding herself further onto your crotch.

Many jokes were made, even more laughter and good times followed the evening. Before you knew it dinner had come to an end and it was time for desert. A few buxom girls devoid of any cloths carried out a rather large and elaborately decorated cake with the words 'Happy Birthday' written on it.