Going to the Grocers’

 

 

jacqueline was determined to make René proud this weekend. she entered the large grocery store, clutching a long list and a few pages of notes.

 

Yesterday, René informed her they would be traveling this weekend to the corporate villa in the countryside. There would be a dozen from his office, celebrating the new American accounts and spending time planning expansion into this new market.

 

“I want you to create an all-American menu for Saturday evening, choura,” he said, sliding his hands down over her large breasts as they sat together on the sofa.

 

she smiled and asked, “Will there be any Roissy-style entertainment?”

 

René chuckled and shook his head, “Only if Sir Stephen joins us, and then only later, in our private room.” He pinched her nipples and stretched them out long. “Though of course, you will dress as usual and assist the cook with serving the meals.”

 

jacqueline blushed and protested, “Then all your colleagues will know!”

 

“Of that, I am sure your station will be obvious. But, it wouldn’t be good politics to allow your use.”

 

Afterwards, jacqueline researched American recipes and decided her menu. He had also instructed her to purchase the ingredients for the dinner, along with extras to supplement what would be on hand in the villa’s pantry. She knew the executives wanted to relax, and she found several recipes popular in America for casual functions.

 

Now she was inside the super-market in the center of town, heading to the produce section. For American potato salad, she chose firm red-skinned potatoes for boiling, mild green onions, and crisp celery. She had thought a fruit salad would be excellent as well, and those not favoring the cuisine could enjoy that along with cheeses.  There were several choices available – jacqueline selected according to colour – cantalope melon, apples, strawberries, red grapes, bananas, and blueberries. Oh, even kiwi, for some green. Surely that was available in America, too.

 

She glanced around, looking for vegetables to prepare for snacks and what was appropriately called a “veggie tray”.  Baby carrots, tiny tomatoes, and long, fat cucumbers. She set the cucumbers in the cart, and playfully stroked the green length with her fingertips.

 

The cart was almost full, and she still needed to pick up several more items. A very interesting recipe required canned beans, brown sugar, mustard and bacon. She was unsure how the businessmen would like the “baked beans”, but it would add authenticity.

 

In the bakery, she loaded rolls and loaves of wheat bread. Oh, and croissants, for breakfast of course. From the butcher, she retrieved the special order that she called in – an assortment of Italian and German sausages, chicken breasts and ground meat patties for grilling. The butcher stared at her large breasts and obvious ringed nipples, but managed to hand over the tightly wrapped package.

 

All that was left was dessert, and jacqueline was determined to bake pies. She found canned cherries and had picked up a whole bag of apples already. The crust was simply made with flour and shortening and quite similar to the baking jacqueline was familiar with.  She had been amused to discover that Americans liked their pie “a la mode” , so she included some premium vanilla ice cream just as she was checking out.

 

 

 

she heard a key in the door as she was stepping out of the shower. Spending the afternoon cooking had left jacqueline feeling drained, but satisfied, and the wash of cool water refreshed her. She patted herself dry, and knowing better, left the towel on the rack as she moved into the bedroom

 

René was standing by the bed where he had laid out a red mesh micro dress. she rolled her eyes as she held the sheer garment against her body and protested, “But this dress is almost like being naked!”

 

“Would you like to be naked tonight?”

 

jacqueline shook her head and slipped on the dress. It was tight across the enlarged breasts, molded around the full curves, with twin openings for her perpetually hard ringed nipples. As she walked toward the full length mirror, she could see the engraved disk swinging between her smooth thighs.

 

He followed her, also studying her image. With his hands, he smoothed over her back and ass,  feeling the warmth of her body under the open weave. “Several at the office expressed a desire to see more of you after the last party.” He patted her ass. “Though I think best to show you unmarked.”

 

As they walked out to the patio, René told jacqueline that he had peeked in the kitchen and was very proud of her culinary efforts. He was sure the meal would be a huge success – the perfect ending to the day of strategizing the American market.

 

jacqueline took a deep breath and calmed herself. Each time being revealed as a sex slave made it easier. she was so proud of her improved and adorned body as well, and was excited to be on display, even though sometimes the interested stares made her blush.

 

René swung open the door and the aromas of the grill wafted toward them. she saw the staff had set up a buffet with the side dishes she had prepared. René hooked his finger into a nipple ring and led her to a group loosely gathered around the grill. jacqueline was shocked to see the executives were accompanied by their wives.

 

No, those women weren’t spouses, jacqueline soon realized as they stared in shock at her and the exposed nipples. They were the clerical staff

 

René simply said, “of course, this is jacqueline” and tugged her nipples, the objects of such interest. “Learn from her this weekend.”

 

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