Actually, we were making more money off the sex-slave trade than we were off drugs. We guessed that it was because the individual transactions involve... a hell of a lot more money when sex was a part of the deal.We were now spending most of our time chasing down sex-slave owners. There were still a few procurers remaining in business, but we had thinned them out ruthlessly. We were trying to do the same with the slave owners.Typically, a slave owner was a man who lived alone except for his. We talked for hours before we,’ Jason lowered his voice, ‘fucked.’ ‘Have you seen your daughter yet?’ ‘Kinda, she stays in the cove. Ah here we are, after you.’ Don opened the door to the conference room. ‘SURPRISE!’ Everyone in the office was there with big smiles. A pink banner along the back wall read, ‘Congratulations New Dad!’ The room was decorated in pink diapers with flowers and seashells all over. ‘What the heck?’ asked Don. ‘Who says men can’t have a baby shower?’ exclaimed Jason.. Ienjoyed sitting at the table because my hard-on would have beenimpossible to hide otherwise. Carl suggested that the winning coupleof each hand would get to kiss long and lingering. Me and Kathy wonand she came over and sat on my lap. With my throbbing prick in theway it was quite a challenge. She looked down and smiled. I couldn’tpenetrate her like that, but it felt good for her to sit there withher weight pressing my hard-on against my belly. We French kissed fora little bit and I. Taste it.” As if hypnotized, the younger man leaned over and stared at the flesh he was finally free to handle, stroking it as it came further alive in his hands, and with sudden resolve leaned in and took the entire head in his mouth. He licked with eyes closed, suckling as his friend pushed up into his mouth and pulled back.“Yes, keep licking the head. Circle it. Taste my precum. You’re finally doing it…”His friend pulled away long enough to kneel before him, letting us watch his joy of.