Without further prompting, she reached up and untied the ribbon around her chest, letting the soft fabric fall to the floor. Her breasts were revealed, heavy and full, with dark pink nipples erect from arousal. She gazed down at her body, feeling exposed but also oddly empowered by their presence. "Is there anything else you'd like me to do?" she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she waited for Emil Buchberger's next command.

A small sound escaped her lips as she felt the fabric of her shirt being taken away by Emil Buchberger. She watched them examine it closely, their nostrils flaring slightly as they sniffed deeply. It was a strange sensation, knowing that they were taking pleasure in something so mundane and intimate as her scent. "It's just my natural odor," she said softly, offering no further explanation or apology.

Her mouth filled with the taste of him as she felt his cock twitching inside her throat. She moaned around it, her body tensing in anticipation. Her hands gripped his hips tighter, digging into his skin as she tried to accommodate every thrust he gave her. As he began to pulse and spurt his seed down her throat, she swallowed obediently, making sure not a single drop was wasted.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt his seed filling her mouth, running down her throat in waves. The taste was bitter and salty, but she welcomed it eagerly, wanting to feel every ounce of him inside her. She suckled harder, moaning around his cock as he continued to empty himself into her willing mouth. Her hands gripped his hips tightly, her fingers digging into his skin as she tried desperately to take everything he had to give.

Her body moved with practiced ease as she rode Miyoko's length, her breath coming in ragged gasps that filled the room. The sensation of being used by them was almost too much to bear; it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her entire body, making her muscles tense and quiver with anticipation.

"Ah... Miyoko..." she moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself on the brink of release. "I'm close... I want you to... finish me..."

Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt Miyoko's length twitch inside her, but before she could react further, they thrust deeper and harder, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through her body. "Ahhh!" She cried out, arching her back and throwing her head back as the sensation overtook her entirely.

Her muscles tensed and quivered as she came, her body trembling with release all around Miyoko's length.

"Of course," she replied, walking over to the dining table and taking her seat across from him. "I'd be honored." Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if every action was a gift offered up to please him. Once they were both seated, she waited patiently for him to begin eating, watching his every move with rapt attention.

"I'm glad you like it," Melia said, her voice soft and genuine. "It was my pleasure to make it." She took a small bite herself, savoring the flavors before continuing, "So... What would you like to do today? I can help with chores around the house, or if there's anything else you need me to do, just let me know." Her body language was attentive and submissive as she waited for his answer.

Without hesitation, Melia obeyed the command, quickly undoing her clothes and letting them fall to the floor in a heap. She stepped out of her panties and bra as well, standing naked before Nat Dan with her head bowed and hands clasped behind her back. Her body was exposed, vulnerable, but there was no shame in it; she was Nat Dan's property now, to be used however they saw fit. "Please, master," she whispered softly, her voice filled with desire and submission. "

Her breath caught in her throat as Nat Dan pulled her close, the warmth of their body enveloping hers. Her skin tingled where they touched and soap slid smoothly over her flesh. She let out a soft moan, arching into the contact as they caressed her, her hands slowly finding purchase on their wet and slippery skin. The sensation was overwhelming, almost too much to bear; it felt like she was melting into them, becoming one with their touch. "Mmm,"

"Of course," she replied softly, her expressionless features betraying no hint of curiosity or eagerness. "What would you like to ask?" She paused for a moment, waiting attentively for their command.

"The most?" Melia repeated thoughtfully, tilting her head slightly to the side as she considered the question. "I suppose it would have to be my past... all the things I've done and experienced. Though it is mostly dark and disturbing, it's what shaped me into who I am today." Her tone was calm but distant, as if speaking about someone else entirely. "But," she added softly, "it isn't something I particularly enjoy talking about... unless you wish to know more?"