There we are locked up with about 25 other naked white women. We're the only ones without numbers branded on our tits. We're both scared to Hell. Some...of these whores look dangerous. We don't want to start anything, so we find a corner and attempt to hide."Well," one of the bigger ones says. "Look at this. Fresh meat. There' not even numbered yet." Leave them alone," another one says. "Can't you see that they're scared to death? Hell, I was scared to death the first time I was brought into the. Cindy and I both got up and took our showers. We were all unconcerned about our nudity and got dressed together and went off to seek some much needed coffee.Around the table, we talked a bit about last night. David was concerned that I would be upset but I quickly stopped him. I told him that I loved Cindy very much but I also was concerned that he did not have someone to share his experiences with like I did. I had seen how he had really relaxed and opened up last night when we went out on the. He looked up, smiled and got out of his car. He gave me a hug and a kiss, then walked me over to Debbie’s car for the drive to the bar. When we got to her car, Gary said he would sit in the backseat so the two of us could talk. Gary and Debbie greeted each other warmly as we got in the car and Debbie asked whether Gary had enjoyed a good week. Gary responded that he had, but that he was looking forward to just relaxing here in town over the weekend. About twenty minutes later, we arrived at the. Apparently, from what she said, it paid better than his, but that description covered a lot of jobs.“Men! You guys really don’t give a shit what women do for a paycheck, with some obvious exceptions, of course. I suppose that it’s because I’m a woman and hypergamy is so utterly ingrained in me, but it’s alien to me to not give a damn about that or even ask about it. I find men’s Spartan ways fascinating, but I could never imitate them.“I like comfort and luxury far too much for that, and I’m.