The cleaners were mother and daughter, Mili and Tina. Tina was a typical Panamanian girl; coffee coloured skin, native American features, short and ni...ely rounded. They didn’t seem to do thin in Panama, and that was fine by me.Her mother, Mili, was similar but shorter and broader. A cartoonist would draw her shoulders as wide as her body was long. And she was quite fleshy in a mumsy way. She always wore a pink cap pulled down over her eyes, which were further guarded by big, square glasses. And. Was it because I secretly knew and was getting off on it? I was just as bad as her, but differently. I had to defuse the situation."What's wrong?" Yeah, pretending was harder than trying to get around this park with your eyes closed. She was trying to come up with a response, finally she uttered "I, well nothing. I'm sorry. Maybe this was too weird." She was about to stand up and leave. Damn it, no! I had to say something "I just saw how you look at them!" I told her before she stopped "I don't. It didn’t take long to give up on the “where there’s life, there’s hope”, then.A heavy alloy blast door is at the far end of our corridor. Pushing our way apprehensively through, we find ourselves in a chamber that’s almost empty save for the tech. One wall is not stone, but contains banks of the boxes, and display screens. A Slaver male waits here – someone of lower rank than the one who directed us. Still, he is a male, and therefore free, which makes him much better than us. He is clothed,. They opened her pussy lips and poured it straight into her hole. Before they left they tied Jessie's arms and legs together in a way that stretched out a full view of her pussy. I felt horrible that I sat there and now Jessie has tampons stuck up in her, covered in syrup and cum, and tied up. I finally gained the courage to save Jessie. I picked her up and ran out the gym. Everyone in the school was laughing and taking pictures. Later, the school newspaper came out the headline was: JESSICA.