Melinda came closer, ran her hand over Al’s butt. The man didn’t turn around right away, as he needed to cope with the storm of different feelings, and sighed, getting back to reality. The woman took the leash and led him up to the canteen.

“It’s going to be a funny evening tonight. If you are well-behaved, you’ll also get something,” she promised and, losing control as many other ones nearby him, squeezed breasts and lift them to him. The slave bent and kissed the skin that mawky smelled with toilet powder. Melinda smiled.

“Well-done.”

Al cast a glance at the crowd, but, of course, didn’t see the boy.

At the table Aletta sat Al down, spread her legs, ordering to fuss her. The company was watching the table, where was sitting Stine with two men. Everyone was waiting for, whether the prey would come or dart off.

Ad showed up in the restaurant, seeking for nobody and not looking around, and went straight to the fourth table. The company could see, how a vicious smile was appearing on his face as he was coming closer to the man. Men in the hall felt erection, women - anger. Aletta squeezed Al’s head with her legs, closing his ears.

Ad was walking, holding hands in a prayerful gesture, and keeping his head down.

“Oh my god!.. we’ll draw cuts, no “I’ve seen him first”!” groaned one man.

Stine fleered, leaned on a chair’s back. Ad approached.

“Hello,” he smiled, making everyone dizzy.

“Hello,” Stine patted his knee, suggesting the boy to sit down.

“I’m just for a short visit. Today, when you’ve come, you’ve forgotten your crap, so I’ve brought this for you!” finished Ad, hissing and splashed on Stine the cocktail with the cigarette stub. The men jumped, angrily swearing and intending to catch the boy. Ad clewed his sharp predatory nails into the arm that’d caught him.

“I’ll tear out your vein,” promised the boy, looking at sadists. “You shouldn’t have grabbed me; you should have hit from a distance. For example, to throw down me with balls.”

From under Ad’s nails was flowing blood. He unclenched his palm abruptly, up it, as if he was saying “goodbye”, and went to his table.

“Bastard!” Aletta hissed, painfully pulling Al’s hair, dropped his head off her. “I won’t cum anyway.”

The woman threw a plate on the floor; the food fractionary fell out.

“Eat!”

Al was eating with no interest what was the thing, that made the mistress angry. He was trying to eat faster, while they were busy with themselves. Melinda put her foot forward, began steering on Al’s food with her toecap of a scarlet shoe.

“Don’t be so mad. Well, Stine’s gonna fuck him tonight and brings him tomorrow. He will come and get the apologies tonight.”

The women giggled.

“It’s even more interesting,” shredded her shoulders Melinda.

Stine went to the toilet and came back almost with no marks of an incident. He was glancing haughtily and dangerously towards Ad, but the boy was sitting too far, half-turned and paid attention neither to Stine nor his outraged support team. Amir, the owner of a net of the supermarkets, was licking the blood from his arm.

“It will costly for him,” he promised ominously.