”“Ah,” he replied. “Let me guess. The other city must be Sodom.”“Yes. How did you know?”“Lucky guess. How very Biblical.”“It is sa...d that male slaves are sent to Sodom. Gomorrah trades in female souls. Or so I have heard.”“That sounds about right,” Logan said. “That was what you thought we were doing to you, yes? Capturing you to be a slave?”Karen nodded. “I met another soul once who claimed to have escaped from Gomorrah. He said he was captured and sold to a Master as a sex slave. He also. We showed the guards at the gate our IDs and badges. They still searched the trucks and weren't happy about us bringing weapons and ammunition with us, but we were on their list of returning Agency students, and they allowed us to proceed after making a call to their supervisor to clear us.We stopped at the administrative building, checked in, and got room assignments in the building for new Agents, plus the guys registered their vehicles and got Agency decals for them. Unfortunately, we didn't. He took the drink and thanked her and then asked about the guy she was just with. I am still sitting in the same seat and as she points to me I raise my glass and nod my head. By now if he didn't get it he would in a second when she moves close to him and pushes her tits on him and then reaches down and rubs his crotch. This is a turn on for most guys but for her this is her dick check - her way of knowing that she is not wasting her time. However, within seconds of reaching down and. Late afternoon teasing phone calls at my desk are the guiltiest of pleasures. I listen to him recount the desire to have me alone, backed up against the wall, large and masculine hands wandering, exploring the naughty panties beneath my hiked up skirt. Swallow hard, appear collected and say little to give us away. The constraints of just listening and the inability to respond with anything other than a hard swallow and nipples stiffening beneath my clothes make me ache with want and heady.