I figured I couldat least get a nice storage trunk out of the deal and the price was right.So, I went to the clerk and told her I would take the entir... trunk "asis." I paid her, closed the trunk up then after lugging it outside Ihailed a cab to take me back to my apartment. Once I got back to my placeI grabbed a glass of wine and began looking through the contents of thetrunk.I found that all the clothes inside were vintage and new or nearly so. Isearched the drawers and found two of them. It had been created by a number of Peter's friends as a place to raise children away from the world's darker influences, as well as being a great place to come home to after a hard day's work. They lived somewhat simply. They had cell phones and computers, but they grew their own vegetables, organically, and raised cattle and horses in the valley, thusly providing themselves with meat, as well as fish from the wide river that flowed just on the edge of town and provided the town with its water. Jamal leaned down so that his face was close to the boy."How do you like that big black cock?" He asked, in a cocky and arrogant tone. The young boy looked over to him with glossy eyes and a huge smile."I love it! I never knew black dicks tasted so good." He instantly threw his head back to the black man in front of him and continued licking every inch of his monster shaft. Jamal stood up and looked over at me."Well, faggot? Don't you want to feel this good too? Trust me...once you get a taste. "Yes, Master," Cassandra heard her sister reply quietly."I didn't hear you, slave one." Yes, Master," Amanda said a little louder. Cassandra could hear the embarrassment in her tone."Did you have an orgasm, slave two?"Cassandra nodded her head and answered loudly, "Yes Master." Did I give either one of you slaves permission to cum?"A wintry chill trickled through Cassandra. She remembered now that they needed permission to cum. She was so focused on keeping her claustrophobia at bay that.