I crumbled the rest of the bread into her bowl
“Here,” I said. I crumbled the rest of the bread, which I had not eaten, which had been on the table, into her bowl, mixing it with the vegetables and meat which still remained there. “Thank you, Master,” she said. She put down her head again, feeding. I smiled. The braceleted, beautiful slave was ravenous.
Fighting Slave of Gor, p. 135