So what do you say, coachie, want to try a little Latin lovin'?"The worst part was that I had to admit, I was interested. Elena wasn't the prettiest g...rl in the world, but as her dark eyes locked on mine and a wicked grin slowly spread across her face, I felt something stirring inside me; something not entirely nice. Yeah, if I had been seven or eight years younger and she had made that offer, I would have accepted it eagerly. But my conscience was still tender from the bruising it had taken in. Toodles,” Jenn said as we left.Jennifer had the balls to drive through Dairy Queen without any hesitation and no scratch. We parked and ate it in the parking lot being careful not to drip anything in her car.We all were sharing the fries that I placed between my legs. They were both getting their own fries and I realized they were having too much fun. I looked down to see the bag was empty.“OK girls, stop that. Finish your drinks and we can go home.”“Who wants to go home, do you want to go home. Everything seemed to be very relaxed as they watched for a few minutes until they saw one of the guys who was behind her, had dropped his shorts and was sporting a favourable sized cock.He moved up behind Sam and then swung his cock in front of her face. Samantha was reasonably impressed with the size of his cock and lifted her hand up to stroke it. On watching this, the other two guys also dropped their shorts and moved in towards Sam, who was now stroking three large cocks and talking to the. Pleasure slaves were women (and men) who had submitted themselves to the auction houses in the big cities here.They were escaping the terrible poverty out in the vast farmlands of this world. As a pleasure-slave they would have a much better life, living in rich surroundings, and doing little work other than the obvious.They also had much better legal protection than farmworkers; they could not be abused in any way. They also had to agree to be sold to the winning bidder at their auction, they.