"I want you to reach under your bikini and rub yourself. I want you to lick your fingers in front of everyone." I moved the edge of my bikini slightly...so I would be able to rub myself with my finger, moistening it. My instructor looked over at me, and I jerked my hand away, hoping he didn't notice anything. "I think we better pay and then start setting up equipment." He said. "Sorry Matthew, but I have to get going. We are about to go on another dive." "It's okay. I need to go anyways. Talk to. Bang. Whack. You fuck me hard and fast, with all the lust and hunger and desire I crave. I feel you batter my cervix, your hardness swelling and grinding against the tight, muscular grip of my walls. A hand gropes greedily at my tits, crudely tweaking and pinching a hard nipple between thumb and forefinger. A sharp pang of agony and ecstasy passes through my body and into the world, my silence at last breaking free. I shriek and another hand grasps to cover my mouth. Your skin tastes of rubber. They said that four other girls were going to help out too. So I said yes and started handing out money. The girls sent out checks to join the La Leche League International, bought calcium supplements, and got their shots from their doctor.That Friday when I came home there was a house full of girls. Normally I liked seeing the girls. They were developing very well too. However this time when I walked in I saw seven topless girls wearing just their panties. I think I jumped more than they did.. The ground team of Michael, Rachel, Cathleen, Hannah, Patricia, and Naomi were finishing up from a simple extraction. Naomi was along both as a trainee and to help gentle their target’s teens and preteens. Ginger, another team member, had accompanied the extractees out through the transporter.The target was a rather large family belonging to yet another Firster patriarch. He had seven ‘wives,’ two of them under twelve, that he kept subjugated in a large farm compound. His three grown sons lived.