“Of course she will!” Mollie grinned and stroked the pre-teen’s beautiful dark, silky hair. “All three of you are some of the finest meat I’ve seen in my whole career!” Just at that moment, Maria returned to the living room with a tray containing four mimosas in expensive-looking champagne flutes.

“Here you go!” she smiled as she passed the drinks out, starting with Mollie, then put her own on a marble coaster on the little end table close to the sofa. “Surprised to see you two so over-dressed!” she teased. “I’m going to go change now!” She kissed both her daughters on the foreheads then Mollie on the lips. “See you in a moment!” Giggling happily, the girls pulled their skimpy night-dresses up over their heads, confirming Mollie’s suspicion that they were not wearing any panties underneath.

Finishing her drink in three large gulps, Isabella launched herself across Mollie’s lap so quickly and unexpectedly that Mollie very nearly spilled her own drink all over the naked girl, not to mention the very expensive-looking sofa the three of them were currently occupying. With the hand that was not holding the glass, Mollie stroked the pre-teen’s lovely rump, now proudly displaying her grading mark which had healed nicely and was now just ever so slightly raised in a way that could be felt if she ran her finger-tips over it.

“I want you to tenderise me again!” Isabella grinned up at her. “You did such a great job last time!”

“Yeah!” Sophia enthused. “Then me! Daddy and Uncle Vic tried their best but they’re not experts like you!” Between Isabella’s slightly parted legs, Mollie could see the tell-tale redness and mild inflammation that left no doubt about exactly what kind of fun the girls had been having with their beloved Uncle Vic while their parents were out at dinner! Setting down her glass carefully, Mollie raised her hand and brought it down hard on the eagerly-offered backside. It landed with a satisfying slap and Isabella let out an adorable little yelp. Six more slaps followed in quick succession before Sophia leaned over and pushed her sister up by the shoulders. “That’s enough!” she declared, as Isabella retreated, giggling, to her own end of the sofa. “My turn!”

Having the far more mature-figured teen across her lap in this way was a new experience for Mollie. As with Isabella, she stroked and caressed Sophia’s meaty rump far more sensually than she had allowed herself to do during the inspection. She had been at work then, after all, and had to conduct herself as such, but this way not business any more. This was all pleasure!

“Hope you’ve got some slaps saved up for me!” Maria spoke in a playful tone from the doorway as Mollie was raising her hand over Sophia’s rump an eighth time. Turning to look at her host, Mollie’s mouth fell open. Maria had clearly showered and her long, dark hair was now in a thick braid down her back. Around her neck she wore a metal collar with a loop on it and two thick, matching bracelets were fixed tightly around her wrists. Mollie noticed that one had a sort of peg sticking out from it which the other had a hole and a button that was blended with the rest of the brushed steel surface. Both also had loops on them suggesting they could be attached to something else. Other than these and some elegant, freshly-applied makeup, she was wearing nothing at all. “They’re cuffs.” she explained, seeing Mollie’s surprise and holding out her wrists. “At your say-so, they can be locked together and I can’t reach the button myself so they’d stay that way until you decide to release me. I’ve also got some nice strong rope that can go through the loops if you want!” She walked forward and, without prompting, Sophia got up off Mollie’s lap and moved to the end of the sofa.

“All three of us are yours tonight,” Maria explained with a sweet but naughty smile, kneeling on the carpet in front of Mollie, “to do whatever you want with. But especially me! Now, Mistress,” she looked up at Mollie on the sofa and held out her wrists in supplication. “Where do you want these first?” Mollie thought for a moment, unable to keep herself from licking her lips as she looked down at the beautiful, voluptuous woman kneeling in front of her, the woman who, along with her daughters, had enthusiastically accepted her destiny as meat. Nobody had ever called her “Mistress” before but, in that moment, it was as if a window of insight into her own soul was opened and she experienced a moment of clarity, realising that a big part of the appeal of her job was, and always had been, having volunteers willingly and enthusiastically submit themselves to her.

“Let’s see…” She leaned forward and brushed Maria’s cheek with the back of her hand, feeling the woman’s breath quicken, then lifted her chin with her finger. “Behind your back, I think!” Mollie declared. “Keep them out of the way of this delicious breast meat!”

“Yes, mistress.” Maria smiled sweetly, moving her hands behind her back and, with a few seconds of trial and error, manoeuvring the peg into the hole. There was an audible click as the locking mechanism engaged.

“Good girl!” Mollie nodded, keeping her eyes firmly locked on Maria’s despite the muffled giggling she could hear from either side. Keeping a single finger under her chin, she guided Maria up so that, although still kneeling, she was more upright. Fondling her breast with her right hand and putting her left behind her head, Mollie pulled the beautiful, mature woman who had made herself her slave for the night, into a deep and passionate kiss. She then sat back and took both Maria’s spectacular breasts in her hands. “These will roast up so well!” she told her, squeezing them gently like they were melons she was testing for ripeness. “Then carved into thick slices.” She ran her hands down the woman’s sides to her hips then around to squeeze her meaty rump. “Nobody’s going home from your party hungry!” she grinned wolfishly.

“Did you know it used to be illegal to eat girls?” Isabella piped up in an incredulous tone. “Can you believe that?”

“I know!” Mollie exclaimed, turning and giving her a kiss every bit as passionate and aggressive as the one she had given her mother, squeezing the young girl’s rump with one hand as she did so. “It seems so ridiculous to me!” She turned to Sophia, pulling her back across her lap and caressing her shapely backside. “Personally I think it should be a crime for delicious meat like this to go uneaten!” She looked back to Maria. “You made some lovely piggies here, they will be so delicious when they’re roasted and carved up for everyone to enjoy!” She pushed her hand between the teenager’s thick, toned thighs and lightly pinched her clit, making her moan and squirm as she lay across her lap. With her other hand, she began on pleasure Isabella who was kneeling on the sofa beside her. “Think how much they’re going to squeal when they’re spitted!” Mollie prompted huskily. Maria closed her eyes, a look of absolute bliss on her face, imagining her two lovely daughters turning over the coals, frantically humping their spits while she herself roasted slowly in the oven to provide a banquet for her beloved husband and sister.

Quietly prompted by Mollie who used gestures and facial expressions rather than words so as not to spoil the moment for Maria, the girls took over pleasuring each other, with Sophia sitting up and retreating to her end of the sofa and Isabella crawling slowly and with far more wiggling than strictly necessary over Mollie’s lap to reach her sister. Mollie then leaned forward and kissed Maria on the lips once more, their tongues entwining, as she massaged, squeezed and generally fondled her magnificent bosom. Gently, slipping down onto the floor beside her, Mollie reached around Maria’s back and unclipped her cuffs then lay her gently back, the naked, willing slave allowing herself to be guided by the young woman she had appointed her Mistress for the night, and stretched her arms out above her head, putting them around the legs of a table before locking the bracelets together again. Maria moaned softly as Mollie ran her hands over her delectable curves and rather forcefully pulled her legs apart.

“You know the one, very important thing that always feels like it’s missing from our inspections at work but I’m not allowed to do?” Mollie asked.

“No?” Maria responded dreamily, her eyes still closed. “What’s that?”

“A taste test!”


To be continued...