Jules stares at the bowl of...  food seems to be to generous a word for it.  But, beggars can't be choosers.  He eats, lifting the bowl to pour it into his ravenous mouth. It is bland, tasteless, but it could be worse.  He wolfs the pulp down, eating it down in large gulps, pausing only long enough to chew before swallowing then gulping more of the food.  Eating until the bowl is almost licked clean.<br/><br/>Hearing her order, Jules licks the bowl clean, until it is spotless.  Setting the bowl back down, he cringes as she touches him, expecting her to hurt him, then calms as she pets and cleans his face.<br/><br/>Jules goes to her, the weights hanging from his nipples swaying with each step.  Reaching her, he kneels there before her.  Legs spreading wide, he leans close, hand going to her chair for support as he gets close to her, breathing on her pussy, before his tongue licks over her lips.   Lapping and probing, servicing her again and again.  Pausing long enough to breathe in her scent, before licking her again and again and again.