Let’s face it, his grades aren’t any better than yours were, off the football field he’s Mister Lazy, and he changes girlfriends like I change s...oes! Trust me, I’m not attracted!” she said.I laughed loudly at that. “True, very true. I am guessing that he hasn’t settled down yet?”“Your mother is hoping that he’ll grow up someday, but I’m not holding my breath. From what he was telling your brother, some of the college recruiting trips got pretty wild.”“Figures.” I looked over at her and. ”That’s when Ricky reached into his night stand andpulled out what I guessed must be a condom in a foilpacket. I watched as he held the tip of the condom likethey showed us in heath class at school.Then Ricky eagerly moved between mom’s spread legs andlined up his cock with her pussy the pushed himself allthe way in. Mom just groaned and started bucking her hips yelling”“Fuck me stud! Fuck your mother the way a good sonshould do!”Ricky screwed mom for long. "What do you say, Trace?" nudged his mother."Thank you?" said Ryan halfheartedly."Your welcome, and I'm sorry if that came out wrong," said Ryan, pushinghis face up between them, getting right in Ryan's face. "I...uumm." It's fine, Kenny?" moaned Ryan, rolling his eyes and shaking his headbefore being stuck looking into his buddy's eyes. "Please just sit backdown so we can get there." Yup," nodded Kenny, sitting quietly as Ryan just stared at the windownow.As they finally pulled up at Best Buy,. You know what you're going to see there, but you look anyway. Sure enough, there is the bar code, freshly inked into your skin. The symbol beneath it dictates the purpose for which you will be sold. It is two overlapping circles, not the hammer that designates worker slaves. You've been marked as a sex slave. Several hours pass uneventfully. No one speaks, each captive dreading their new place in society. Suddenly, the door opens, and three men in gray coveralls file in, carrying a large.