Talk to anyone here. I wouldn't hurt a fly."Anne led us around the massive garage, showing us all the various stations for customizing and repair."Are...all your employees female?" asked Vonda.She nodded. "I've trained them all myself. Best 'cycle mechanics in the Northwest." Where did you find them?" They're mostly runaways. I found them at the train or bus station, or the airport." Not all of them can have the talent to be mechanics," said Vonda."Some don't," admitted Anne. "The artistic types. Katrine widely stepped back and nearly fell, foolishly forgetting about the shackles that hurt her ankles so painfully. Only now she noticed that on the floor, just in front of the three female slaves (as for her understanding these almost naked girls could be nothing else), were large cardboard boxes with strange (especially to those uninitiated) labels "HOME BENCH". With a simultaneous, quiet but deep, groan, the slaves lifted their luggage (seemingly quite heavy even for such trained bodies). More surprising, he thought, was Jackie's next statement."And do you know something else I thought about?" she continued, relentlessly baring her soul. "I spent more than a minute or two wondering what the reverse situation might be like, where he'd be shoving it into my cunt and you'd be feeding it to me in the mouth-- except that your prick would be all hot and slimy and wet with cunt juice and come! Yes, Max, I wondered how it would be to suck your dick after you'd fucked Pris, so I could. It was also soon apparent that most people only attended just enough events to justify the trip as a genuine business expense. Colleen was probably the only one who tried to attend every single lecture, even to the point of having been the sole attendee at one of them. During which she’d had a delightful discussion with the shipping manager of Los Angeles County, Linda Marshall, who was giving the talk. It had been Linda’s suggestion that they leave the large empty conference room behind and.