As I entered the kitchen I saw three naked men bending over what looked like a feeding trough. Miss Crystal was standing over them clad only in a thin red silk robe that was hanging open. The revelation sent a signal to my d**k and caused me to stop. She turned toward me and the view nearly seized up my heart.
“Breakfast is in the trough, Mike,” she purred, “and that’s all there is. As my mother used to say ‘he who eats the fastest gets the most’.”
I was starving. I shouldered my way into the pack but these guys were more experienced than I. I had to fight for scraps. The trough contained thick oatmeal with pieces of fruit but most of the fruit was already gone. I managed to get one bite of a banana and a few licks of oatmeal before the trough was empty. Now I understood the rush. I look
