The old men were treated with respect and the lack of old women pointed to a culture that didn’t value them any longer after they had passed child-b...aring age. I had witnessed them actually “selling” a pair of older females with sagging empty breasts to a nasty bunch of hunters all armed to the teeth with modern rifles. It was obvious these humanoid throwbacks were either looking for bed-mates or something far worse in terms of use of female flesh.I was tasked with satisfying the leader of this. He hadn't had more than a couple of hours of sleep at a time since McGrath, where both he and Tiffany had taken their mandatory 24-hour layover. But, the excitment of the finish, and just knowing that he'd finished, had left his adreniline pumped up so high that sleep was the furthest thing from his mind.There were interviews and hugs, and all of the inevitable confusion of the finish line. It all took a while to die out. The organizers of the race had provided a dog lot not far from the finish. I also had to position my legs partly open so that the taxi driver could, if he looked in the mirror, see up my skirt and my naked pussy. When I was at the shopping centre I could do what I wanted but at least twice I was to bend over and pick something up from a bottom shelf without bending my knees so that my skirt would rise up and show my nakedness. If this was going easy on me then it didn’t bode well for what would happen in the future, but I must admit I was getting really turned on by. " Daddy!" We're telling Mom!" Cute, ain't they?" He grinned at me. "I was in the Gulf War, the first one. Bagged me two camels and a Mercedes-Benz, belonged to Saddam's mother-in-law." Wow." I nodded, having no idea at all what he was talking about.I thought there was only one really long Gulf war, but that seemed to be the end of his story anyway, and the girls were pestering us to eat. They'd sat down with us, giggling and teasing each other as much as me. I didn't know what to think, quite.