He licked my erect nipples and then sucked on them giving me more great pleasure. Eventually our lips met again and as we kissed his hard cock enterin... into my wet pussy. He made slow passionate love to me, moving his cock and body slowly back and forth. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deep into me as he moved forwards. My hands on his back, I dug my nails into him as he moved forwards into me. Our lips aparted as he was about to cum and on his next forwards movement into my. It took us almost three hours to get there. So after three hours sweating inside an old and rusty bus, we got to the train station.The plan was to go to the next city and therefor our next destination by train. So after we had dinner at a restaurant next to the train station, we walked back there and waited for our train to arrive. Dad had booked a train compartment for us. It actually was more like a sleeping berth. It was a small compartment with two beds. So when you got in, there was a bed. Not at all off key. The captain was coming to pick her up.'She acts like her IQ is the same as her bra size, ' thought Johns, 'but that's Mozart she's humming ... the Captain is in trouble.'It was the Captain's clerk who showed up."Connie?" She was asking Lance Corporal Johns but Connie answered."I'm here ... how are you, Brenda?" I'm good ... the Captain isn't ... bad day at Black Rock. How's yourself?" I'll live."Brenda knew a little about Connie. She had been part of the responders who took. So, I was correct! This was my initiation as a true sex slave asset. As I had read on-line, often Masters wanted to remind their sex slaves that they could always be replaced with a better cunt slut any day and this little ritual evidenced it clearly for all to view. When Master walked me around the room for his congratulatory victory debut, what I had thought was the other Masters patting my head was not what was happening at all. The Masters had each of their slaves crouch over my skull cap.