When he dumped her out of the crate, she stirred and hoarsely whispered. "Where am I? What's going on?" Nothing's going on, whore. You're just going t... meet an old friend of mine. He'll be taking you to your new home. He will know what to do with a whore like you."Jim then helped her out of the plane's door.An old gray van came rumbling out of the desert trailed by a cloud of dust. Two rough looking Mexican men jumped out and ran to the plane. They took Sandra by her arms and roughly tossed her. She had asked a question that demanded an answer.So she asked again, “How many big black cocks would you like Mr. Smith.” Victor pulled away again so I could concentrate and answer her. How may cocks? Hell, I don’t know how to answer that.She said, “Tell me a hundred.” I shook my head. What, in a year, a life time I need more to go on.She said, “Okay 20, no 10. That’s a good number right?” I thought about it. 10 is as good a number as any and if it would get Victor back over here I think 10 is. He didn’t have any body hair, except for the usual spots (armpits, legs). So, I started rubbing my cock through my shorts (hoping I would be able to get off lying next to him) but I was making too much noise through my sleeping bag, so I went to the bathroom and relieved myself rigorously.So the next day came and we went to the beach like always. Most of the other people in the house just wanted to drink and stay in the house, which was so stupid. I don’t have a clue why, but that gave me. Is his work suffering?”“Quite the opposite,” Mr. Williams said, sweeping out meaty arms. Deborah followed his motions to see projects in various states of completion on cheap metal tables. “I wish I had a classfull of Johnnies.”“He’d give some of my engineers a run for their money,” Deborah said. “Well, if it’s not his classwork, what is it?”“Johnny didn’t tell you?”“I... “ Deborah said. She furrowed her brow and struggled to recollect. “No, I don’t think so ... Sorry, I said Johnny was.