A fondle feast!

Hands and mouths were openly exploring the exposed flesh of slaves, male and female. And in many cases, more flesh was being unveiled to make exploring even easier.

The roaming hands syndrome wasn't restricted to only dominants. As the green light was given, many slaves were more than willing, and eager, to display their many talents. Slaves were being traded off to other dominants, and in some cases, slaves were being paired off together. Performing for the enjoyment of their owners.

Preston Davis wasn't about to be left out of this kind of fun. Ilisa was mostly hidden from Leslie because of the table top, but judging from the girl's motions, she had the billionaire's cock out and in her hand.

The smile on his face told how much he liked whatever it was she was doing to him.

Almost as much as Leslie was enjoying what Evan was doing to her!

Having finished with bathing all her toes, and as much of the soles of her feet as his slithering tongue could get at, the well muscled slave was moving his worshipping mouth up along the gentle curve of each ankle.

His fingers were massaging the skin of her calves, to prepare her for where his lips would be working next. As Leslie leaned back in her chair to fully enjoy what her new slave was doing, she was looking straight ahead at the small stage built in the center of the room.

Looking on at what was happening to Kay!

The redhead didn't look to be happy about where she was, while at the same time being more than a little curious about what was about to happen. Leslie knew that Kay loved being the center of attention. It was probably the only reason why her partner wasn't kicking the crap out of the two people trying to handle her.

The little oily servant had given Kay over to a couple dressed, in a manor of speaking, in leather.