Slavery: A series of erotic games (book 01)
my Master said, "if one is going to play the part of a sex slave, they should look the part, shouldn't they? Slave, why don't you pour drinks for our guests. Dad, a Manhattan for you?"
"Every time."
"Martini for you, Mother?" Master asked.
"Please, dear. Thank you."
"Whiskey Sour for me, slave," Master said. "Fix yourself whatever you want."
I looked at the counters and Master hadn't taken any of the liquor down. Which meant I would have to reach into a cupboard for the liquor, which also meant my dress would rise up my ass when I reached up for the booze. Master smiled at me.
"Dad, why don't you help me set up the card table and we'll get started as soon as we get our drinks?"
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