“Eat like dog, putrid pig!”
Woefully weary I see that we’re back to our former kitchen days. The bowl contains some scraps of stale bread crust, dirty carrot and potato peels and a bit of charred meat gristle cut off from a steak. Big slimy gobs of spittle cover everything. Nevertheless I do as ordered and wolf it down. The second I’m finished, Mistress Aiko hauls me back up onto my utterly numb haunches. Then she once again steps up onto the sides of the tub just in front of me, needing to spread her very short, slender legs exceedingly wide to do so. Heartbreakingly and c**k-hardeningly naked she brings her tight pink p***y to within inches of my greedily upturned face.
“You want Mistress’ piss now, pig?”
“Oh god yes, Mistress!” My out-of-use voice is hoarse and cracking with exciteme
