The next day we all slept in. It was still morning, but barely when I awakened. My head was resting on Miss Lucy's thigh. Nature was calling, so I got up, careful not to disturb her and stumbled to the nearest bathroom.
A search of the kitchen cabinets yielded nothing I could turn into breakfast. There was a jar of instant coffee, but no food. Searching further led me to a couple of well-worn pots and pans. I filled one with water and began heating it for coffee.
The sound of the doorbell surprised me. As far as I knew we were expecting no deliveries or company, so I checked the peephole before I opened it. I was pleased to see Cloe standing on the threshold with a stuffed shopping bag in her hand.
It was the first time I had seen her clothed. She wore grey sweatpants. yellow t-shirt, and trainers. Her short blonde hair was slightly disheveled compared with the preceding night. She grinned happily when I opened the door and looked over my nakedness with a twinkle in her eye. This gamine and lively Chloe was a charming change from her serious, "on-duty" formality earlier.
"Hi, Chloe, come in. To what do we owe the pleasure?"
"i come bearing sustenance. Mistress thought you may have forgotten to shop for groceries, so she assigned me to bring you enough for breakfast or brunch, at least."
She set her burden down and began removing her clothes.
"Naked slaves inside, right?"
"Yes, That's my Mistress' policy too."
"Cool, I feel more comfortable naked, anyway."
"Yeah, me too."
We grinned at each other.
"What's in the bag?"
"Coffee, eggs, English muffins, bacon, cheese, OJ, milk, butter, strawberry jam, and yogurt. Oh, and cereal and bananas too. I figured that should satisfy most tastes for breakfast. Should I run back to the store for anything else?"
"No, that'll make a feast. Can you stay and join us?"
"I'll cook. Why don't you rouse the gang and I'll get to it."
I hesitated and she playfully shoved me out of the kitchen area.
"Shoo, I'm a full-service slave girl, and a damn good cook."
On my way past the couch, I alerted Miss Lucy that breakfast was looming. Mistress and Alexandra were stirring in her rumpled bed. Unsurprisingly the room reeked of sex. I leaned over to kiss Mistress' foot that poked out from under the sheet.
"Breakfast time, Mistress. Miss Caitlyn sent Chloe to cook for us."
"I need to go."
"Of course, Mistress."
I scrambled into position lying face down between her legs, my favorite place to be and brought my lips to her pussy.
"Ready?"
I nodded and she began to release her nectar. The first sensation of her stream hitting my tongue was always delightful. Such an intimate act. It gave me chills when I took her fluids like this. The warm bitter liquid made me glory in her ownership of me. She stroked my head as I drank, and I felt truly loved.
The first hint of bacon frying wafted through the door. That got all of us moving.
Soon we were gathered around the table eating our food off paper plates with plastic cutlery.
"This is delicious Chloe, thank you."
"My pleasure, Miss Barbara."
"It seemed your Mistress' other guest enjoyed herself last night."
"Oh, my yes, she certainly did. She wound up spending the night in Mistress' guest room. Seemed she was a bit unsteady on her feet. Never had a drop to drink."
She tried to minimize her smile as her twinkling eyes flicked up to Alexandra and me.
"Good on you, slaves, you crippled her." Lucy raised her orange juice in toast. We all laughed at that.
"Mistress wanted me to extend her compliments on your slaves to both, of you Miss Barbara and Miss Lucy. She also said that I was to stick around this afternoon and offer myself for any services you might require."
"Very gracious of her. I think we're going to spend a very lazy day and it would be a pleasure to have you join us."
