"Simple, I am a slaver," said Veronica with a straight face. "It might be more accurate to say that I part-own a partnership in a company that deals i... slaves. The business side is very complicated really." Veronica paused for a moment when she saw the blank look on Aisha's face before she filled in some of the details, "Actually normally I do not enslave. I act as the middle man with one of my partners, who acts as working manager, and do all the training and selling by auction, but every now. Then she gasped. “Look at that.”I turned my head to see Lalita's cum firing from her girl-dick. The Indian futa looked like she'd reached Nirvana. She trembled in the embrace of the giggling girls. One of them was getting splattered by the cum. It splashed on her belly left exposed by her half-shirt. The cum ran down to her skank skirt that didn't even cover her ass but instead showed off the metallic panties she wore. My futa-dick throbbed and ached. This was why I needed the rule to change. I. Brown, the woman that lived there, and who was married to the Methodist preacher in town had let me touch her pussy! And for a young man in the 6th grade… I figured I was in the top 1% of the class as to guys who had ever touched a girl there, let alone a woman! I had even made her cum all over my hand!!I went out with Tod and I let him go to the far side and be the guard today. Partially because it was sunny and hot and that side had no trees and partially because it would be less obvious that. At half past midnight I was sitting there alone. No drama, since I actually never was a big fan of parties. I cleaned up a little bit and - since I wanted to spend the night anyway, just actually not alone - I grabbed a still almost full bottle of tequila, sat down in a lawn chair and enjoyed the quietness of the summer night.It was maybe around an hour and a quarter bottle later when I heard a car. As mentioned it was pretty far out of town and especially at night you could hear approaching.