It’s morning and my slave, Abu, serves me my breakfast. Since he’s been such a good boy, I allow him to have his breakfast too, he gets to taste my delicious feet under the table while I eat my fruit salad. We both know that’s the best meal he’s ever had.

It’s morning and my slave, Abu, serves me my breakfast. Since he’s been such a good boy, I allow him to have his breakfast too, he gets to taste my delicious feet under the table while I eat my fruit salad. We both know that’s the best meal he’s ever had.