"I see," he mused, considering his busty younger daughter. She did have truly superior features, although she might be a little too spirited to take to slavery easily. There were ways to deal with that, though, and her mother was after all a prime breeder and by the reports he'd had from the master he'd sold her to, she had born several additional fine young to the man.
Under the table, Jenny was proceeding quite well. He took a forkful of steak and chewed thoughtfully, then washed it down with beer and smiled at Tammy. "Perhaps we should see if you are as high quality as the slave I already have. Your body must be of similar merit, and this slut is quite a precious article, you know. Stand up."
Tammy stood, her eyes bright and excited. He directed, "Move to the center of the table and climb on. Up on your knees."
She complied as Jenny sped up a little. He slipped his hand under the table to grab her hair and forced her into a slower rhythm. "Well, you little minx, before I can accept you as my slave, I must see every inch of you first. Show me everything. Massage every bit as you reveal it."
With hands trembling in excitement, Tammy unbuttoned her blouse and undid her skirt. She shed these and the bra underneath, then squeezed and fondled her tits, even showing him how she could reach her nipples and lick them. Then she slipped out of hose and panties. Once she was bare, she turned around, showing him her ass, her pussy, her thighs and arms and breasts. Jenny was getting him close to climax, so he stopped her.
"Up off the floor, slut," he ordered Jenny and she complied. Once standing he commanded, "Climb onto the table and make love to this girl."
Tammy's eyes grew huge and Jenny looked uncertain, but then slipped onto the dinner table next to her sister in order to obey. They hesitated again, looking at him.