The room was gloomy. A trickle of indirect light washed from a crack where walls and ceilings met. A few scented candles gave off their modest light a...d heavy fragrance, making shadows play across the wall. Soft music flowed through the room with syrupy sweetness.The woman, who sat with her back to Gina, instructed Alicia to sit on the floor, right in front of her. She told her to remove her dress, bra and panties. The girl never hesitated, moving with easy grace. On demand she spread her legs. The way she described the process was a real turn on. But I couldn'tquite get used to the idea of her controlling it, and of course, Iwanted some sort of proof that she really could take a regular girland make her a bimbo and a slave. We'd gotten into a habit ofspending some time every night in a chat room with each other andsometimes some of her slaves, talking about bimbos and what made themso desirable to me and her.Having her mindless slaves talking about how horny they were, or howgood it. Will Major James Conroy, U.S. Air Force (retired), please rise?"Although he was embarrassed, it was a small enough price to pay tribute to the man who had saved his life. Jim stood up and the spotlight picked him out. After waving to the crowd he sat down again.Jerry continued, "I have gotten to know Jim very well over the years. You see, he is another authentic hero. He has the Air Force Cross with oak leaf cluster, the Air Medal with two clusters and the Purple Heart." His face grew serious. The rest drifted over to the fire pit and stood around fidgeting uncomfortably. Chuck Wagon looked around and tried to see if there were any others who were missing. It looked to him like everyone was there. He wondered which of the men had killed his friend.A police car came rolling into the homeless hotel with lights flashing and sirens blaring. The homeless, unable to keep from the new source of excitement, crowded around the police car. The siren cut off bringing a temporary level of.