She has a trio of boys that she has trained and plans to sell to a slaver from another country. I have not gone through the training. Mother believes ...hat that I know what is expected and knows what is expected of me. The slaver is here. I line up with the rest of the boys. We are all naked. Mother orders us to stand straight as the slaver enters. I am stunned because she is so beautiful. She has blond hair falling down to her shoulder. The slaver stands about my height. She is wearing a light. My hair was soaked and my makeup had run down my face. Again. This time I smelled like piss instead of cum and my dress was in a puddle of the stuff.“Yeah, you should have made me orgasm!” she laughed like the consequences of not pleasing her was to be pissed on.She told me that there were customers at her club who would have paid her two hundred dollars for the same experience. Cheyenne staggered out of the stall and left the bathroom, calling loudly for someone called Manny. HER clothes were. My whole body was waiting and wanting the next man to enter my nasty sperm filled pussy. The second man slid right in and I clamped my legs around him and I held onto him with my arms as he kissed me with passion and I kissed back with the same. When he pulled his mouth off of mine I looked over at Tom.The man who was holding the gun on him forced him to his knees, I looked closer and I saw that the man was holding Tom's head as he was fucking Tom's mouth. I could see that Tom had one hand. Our people were now moving into the terminal for at least the night though I spread the word that we might well stay a couple of days or more.David and I put up forty and twenty meter antennas. It didn't take long. We connected up the radio and power supply and flipped switches. We pulled up our twenty meter frequency and called. "CQ, CQ, CQ, this is the Pacific air expedition. It's Bobbi calling CQ and standing by."Faintly over the radio came, "Bobbi, this is your dad. It's early in the.