They constantly videoed the meetings and there were the photos of individuals engaging in explicit acts. The magnitude of the enslavement seemed overw...elming to us.The sex shows were everything that you could imagine. The Masters favorite show was having one of the other husbands orally "fluff up" someone's wife until she was in a frenzied state (usually after a couple of orgasms.) then have her husband feed a stranger's hard cock into her dripping pussy. The husband would then come over tell. You with me?" Fuckin' A," Randy said. "What do we do?" Figure we're being studied, right? Else why hook us up to monitors? So that means that somebody, sometime, is going to have to come in and check on us. We gather as much information as we can whenever that happens and we plan from there. Nobody keeps secrets, got me? If one person in 'A Group' knows it, then everybody in 'A Group' knows it. Whatever the fuck 'A Group' is." I just want to know where the hell they took the women," Randy said.. I sat there with my mouth open looking stupid."Goodbye and have a nice life." she said then promptly got up and left.I sat there in my seat for the next 20 minutes trying to understand what happened. My brain just would not register that she was gone. Maybe this was just a bad dream. I can wake up and everything would be okay. I slapped myself to make sure. Yep, I was awake alright and she was gone.So I began to follow her. I watched her from a discreet distance. I never tried to make contact. Now, though, the business opportunity of the year was slipping through his fingers. His buyers were not exactly patient, forgiving men, and his willingness to fly though the storm to close the deal wouldn't cut much slack with them if he was late... or, he thought with a chill, LATER. They needed to focus on somehow getting off this rock, instead of enjoying it like some damn-fool vacation! And Woodard himself... Doors couldn't help but notice, over the past few days, that the younger man.