Yes, but not at the table

"Yes, ****, you earned it," he smugly answers as he stuffs his flagging cock back into his pants. "But slaves don't get to sit at the table. Take your plate right here," he points at the ground next to him.

You nod, stepping around the table only long enough to take your plate and glass of water before bringing them back to Blue's side. Shamefully, you kneel back down and place both of them on the ground. You pick up half of the sandwich and take a careful bite, trying and only mostly succeeding at keeping Blue's load off of your food.

"Better hurry up, ****," Blue barks at you between greedy gulps. "We've got places to go as soon as I finish."

Of course. The greedy bastard isn't going to wait for you to finish eating. His plans are too important for him to worry about your comfort. With great disdain you stuff the sandwich haphazardly into your mouth, trying to ignore the terrible taste of the globs of cum that drip off your face and onto your food. Your meal quickly becomes a race to see who can finish first - one which Blue got a head start on. Between that and your sore throat from his brutal treatment just a few minutes ago, you have no hope of finishing all of your lunch. You try your best, though, taking huge bites with greedy gulps if water to wash it down.

You get about 2/3 through with the sandwich by the time Blue finishes his meal. Without any warning, he throws down some cash onto the table before getting up to leave. "Get up, ****," he commands you. "I have a busy day planned."

You grab the table to pull yourself up, making sure you don't forget your hat, which Blue set on the table earlier. By the time you're fully upright, he is already making his way out from the patio. You have to hurry to catch up with him, not only to dodge his ire but also to just leave as quickly as possible after everyone here watched you debase yourself in public.