As a little gesture, I'll tell you one time, back in Paris, I answered the buzzer in her bathroom and was asked to prepare some food, I think it was a...bacon sandwich, by one of her many gentlemen friends. At that point he was wearing only work-boots and a steel ring around his cock and balls, which were suitably swollen to prodigious sizes. One sort of gets used to things like that. Jenny was on the floor, then, her perfect cunt desperately open and glistening, her hands cuffed in the small of. Let’s get out of here,” I heard one say. Then Biaggio’s door opened and out came Angie. Our new Branch Manager was dressed in nothing but a top sheet worn like a toga that barely covered her sleazy baby-doll pajama top. Her nether-regions were showing, almost. I yelled at her, “You can’t use the elevator in a fire. Take the stairs.” She yelled back, “I’ve got to get back to my room downstairs.” Chaos reigned. One of us physically turned Angie toward the staircase door. She just stood there. I. The crotch of those panties had pulled up tight between her pussylips like a gag when shed gotten excited and her pussylips had swelled — which always happened when she watched Zenobia on the soap opera making out with the stableboy. Shawn started to bounce his ass on the bed as he fucked his hard cock in and out of his closed fist. He was grunting, panting. Suddenly, he groaned loudly and came, his breath coming out long and shaky, his jism squirting a foot in the air and splashing down on his. Then there would be a round of negotiations and attempts to get them to end the practice. Years could be spend straightening this out.“What are they doing?” he asked.“I don’t know. I’d guess they are doing whatever needs to be done.”The problem was that they didn’t look or act like slave labor. Usually, refugees who were being used as slave labor looked a lot worse than these folks. Actually, they looked better than most of the refugees he’d ever seen. There were even smiles on their faces.