.” the policeman shouted.“You’ll get a cut soon enough won’t you?” Two or three scary looking women with crew cuts, leather clothes, and nas...y looking tattoos sneered at the policeman.“Hey Hammer, you sellin’ that bitch?” a hard looking man yelled from beyond the lesbians from hell that were looking at Cal like something they would like to torture to death.“Maybe, if the price is right,” Jack shouted back.“We’ll give you five dollars if you let us hurt the bitch, whether or not you sell her,”. Moreover, it’s cheap too. My companion fiddles the knob again, clicks and static, and then another woman appears. This one is different. She doesn’t have the false smile of the former. Her face contorts with pleasure as she straddles a man. He enters her vagina with his rod. Another man crouches above her with his cock plunging inside her other hole. At once, this image provokes strange emotions in me. I stare transfixed as they push into her and she howls with delight.In wonder, I say, “What’s. He gave me another shot, this one didn’t burn as much. I kissed her thighs, and moved closer to her pussy. I was shaved. It was open. Her clit was bigger than a pencil tip eraser. I was sucking it as if it was a cock. I knew Master was watching, but I didn’t know how many other people were watching. I was sucking her, and licking her. Her thighs were tightening, vibrating. I was liking this. I could hear other sounds, kissing, sucking, something. I stopped and looked up. She was. Both Ali and Justine had received dozens of messages while they had been fucking. It looked like it was going to be quite a gathering.The beer arrived, and Tom, Ali’s old colleague, had thrown a couple of cases of wine onto the van just in case. He let Ali and Justine have them on a sale or return basis. They enjoyed coffee and talked happily of their time flying the 747 fleet together. The first cars began to arrive shortly after eleven. Men and women, couples and singles. They all knew one.