" I told Vicki, "I mean, great fighting and everything." "Not too bad." Vicki told me, not looking all that impressed. "I mean, it had some good fight... and all, but the special effects sucked. They were so cheap. All they did was pop everything up on their computers. It may have been worth watching once in the theaters, but definitely not worth watching twice." "No way." I protested, only momentarily wondering how come I was sitting there arguing the relative points of a science fiction movie. Her glistening sex was on view to everyone. She was scared but also very turned on knowing that everyone had their eyes on her wet cunt. The lights dimmed slightly. The room was very quiet. The door opened again. Two blonde women walked in, one about 20 and one probably in her fifties. Like all the other women except the maid they wore just hold-up black stockings with 5" heels. Behind them was a man in a white cloak. His skin was dark. He stood at the head of the table. The younger girl undid. They commit their efforts to our safety and care. My father in turn commits to leading slaves to the East, across the river, and changing the slave escape focus in that direction and away from us. Years later, I learn just how successful he was. But will I ever see him, again. Would he be proud if he did? In a way, it feels like the loss my mother must have felt at being separated from her parents. At least in our case there was choice involved.On the other side, we are acclimated into. Looking around the shadowy room other figures come into view. Four other women, two dressed similar, two dressed only in lingerie and high-heels, are involved in sex acts with naked men. All of the people in the room are at leat thirty, some of the women are large but their clothing and makeup camouflage their flaws and they are still attractive, some of the men are a little chubby but the women don't seem to mind.The room reeks of perfume and sex; and muffled groans, gasps and little cries of.