Jules stops hearing her, his mouth full of meat.  He nods, mumbles something, then chews his food, swallowing it down.  "Yes mistress," he says, then eats, this time more slowly, taking the time now to enjoy the meal.  It sure beat the mush he had been eating the last few days.  Alternating between the meat and fruit, sipping the wine to wash it down.  Still watching as Red services the blue skinned mistress.<br/><br/>Finally, Jules finishes his food.  Taking a last sip of wine, he sighs happily at the great meal.  Seeing his mistress, he looks to the bed.  He rises to his feet,walking to the bed, hips and breasts swaying as he walks.  Stopping, he looks to the object on the bed.  Standing there, ready for his mistress to put it on him.