Kristen was blonde too and her hair was even longer, like almost down to her butt. Kayla’s was dark brown to below her shoulders and mine a more red...ish brown that was pretty short compared to the other girls. Maureen had lots of black curls. Then it was time to put on our slave bikinis. Course our panties and bras were gone before dinner but now the guys would basically be able to see everything cause they weren’t really bikinis but just these old rags kind of half stitched together with lots. He was confident that he would be one of the small percentage that succeeded. Why was he so sure? Because he HAD to succeed. This had become his vehicle.A common theme in the meetings was that there was no selling required - just inform people about the product and the opportunity and they will decide. Somehow, that did not ring true to Carter, and he spent the first several months of his MLM career studying sales techniques and sales theory for all he was worth. The other thing he did was to. As I watched the big guy on the screen pull his cock out and present it to the other guy to be sucked, I almost came, and had to fight to control my twitching cock. The smaller guy sniffed at the head of the steaming cock that had just come from deep in his own asshole then parted his lips and gently started sucking on it. I could almost smell and taste the bitter cock and had to keep my hands off my cock for a moment for fear of coming. Before I came myself I wanted to taste some cum and. ”I asked, “Did you tell anyone about this?”John slouched (I let it ride this time because I felt I was on to something) and replied, “Well, I tried to tell the Colonel, but every time I tried to tell her, she yelled at me for the food being so bad.”I asked, “Do you think they sent you the food for this morning’s breakfast?”John realized he was slouching, stood up straight and apologized, “Sorry Sgt. I know slouching is a bad habit I have. And unless the Colonel stopped the food shipments then.