The women had been working all day and there was no fire in the fireplace, as yet. It didn't matter. Julian knew where the bed was and laid her on it....he got up instantly and attacked his belt buckle, while he took off his hat and shirt."You're all clean," he said. "I should have taken a bath first too." I don't care," she gasped, pulling his pants down. Within seconds his prick was lodged firmly in her mouth and she sucked lustily."I take it he never came back?" groaned Julian.She shook her. He was to rent a room andleave a note at the desk for her with the room number only. But that was onlythe beginning. Next, her instructions got very demanding. Once in the roomhe was to undress completely and place all his clothes in a bag and leave itnear the door. Next, he was to unlock the door, stand with his hands behindhis head, close his eyes, and await her arrival. He was to speak only whenspoken to and he was answer every question put to him with one answer and thatanswer was, Yes. "No, we got it!" Debbie yelled back, and I opened the door.Everyone else pushed up against me to see who it was. Standing on the doorstep was a young, like younger than any of us,girl, who looked like she needed one of Debbie's lessons on makeup.When she saw all of us, her eyes bugged almost completely out of herhead. I guess she wasn't expecting the Pack. Behind us, I heard Brian run into somebody's temper. "Hi!" I said. "Hello," said Debbie in her sales voice. "Can we help. They were encouraged to bid on the adult women as well.Any child or woman without a bid would be offered free to the Firsters for their own fun and games. Any male adult was to be killed as ‘evidence’ of Confederacy duplicity. This approach had an eerie resemblance to an earlier operation raided by Michael’s teams.Because they were untrained in the harem’s tactics and communications, members of the Covey had been denied permission for on-ground participation. The morning came, and the Covey was.