Prix pour le désespéré

We took two desperate poor people into our home, other than slaves! Two incompetent: he doesn't even know how the Lady of the House likes water, she doesn't know that at the table, good manners would like women to be served first. But who made us do it !? My husband still thinks they can give us some joy... Mah! Telling the truth, however, I can't completely blame him: it's funny to use the tongue of that human slave. to make me lick my feet, funny to see him there licking, while humiliating himself as I continue to resignedly call himself. Equally funny, to see the slave use her mouth like a good slut, to satisfy my husband's cravings. Maybe next time we use them to lick the feet of the Ladies and the big cocks of the Gentlemen during the dinner. What miserable waste!