For dinner that night, a new chef served Carlos a decadent feast that included salmon, string beans, chicken, shrimp, and more. Carlos ate nearly all of it, and enjoyed himself by throwing scraps to us, or having us eat the food off of his dick. When the new chef was on his way out for the last time, I asked him, Wheres the last guy?
In the cellar, the new chef said in a low voice, his arm is never going to heal. I feel pretty sorry for him, actually. Carlos roughed him up again earlier. He quickly scampered away.
Alright, said Carlos, standing up out of his chair. Its time for my shower. He slowly stepped forward, and pointed a large finger at me. Ill take you, he said, an intimidating smile on his face, and you, you, and you. He selected three more slaves, who looked giddy with excitement.
In the cellar, the new chef said in a low voice, his arm is never going to heal. I feel pretty sorry for him, actually. Carlos roughed him up again earlier. He quickly scampered away.
Alright, said Carlos, standing up out of his chair. Its time for my shower. He slowly stepped forward, and pointed a large finger at me. Ill take you, he said, an intimidating smile on his face, and you, you, and you. He selected three more slaves, who looked giddy with excitement.