We made some small talk about how much fun we had at the bathhouse. She opened her desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of very expensive whiskey and ... glasses. She poured us both a drink, sat in her chair and told me she wanted me to take off my pants. I did as I was told and stood in front of her with my cock rock hard. She motioned me to sit on the couch, which I did. She turned her chair towards me and asked me to jerk off for her. I stroked my hard cock slowly up and down my shaft. “Welcome to Olx.”Moments later we touched down and I saw a group of Oghr approaching from a nearby building. They all carried prods and whips. Two of them guided a hover platform between them, loaded with arrestor cables and neck rings.Another being emerged from that building and it was riding some sort of small personal flyer. The being was a Karthanian and dressed just like Grtonner.Along with Grtonner and the others, we went down into the Cargo hold. There was no stench this time and the. I had told Bryan on the way to the restaurant that I expected him to be overweight, have a porn star mustache and be really loud. He was bigger than I had expected, but clean cut, fit and conservatively dressed. He and Bryan hit it off right away, talking sports and drinking beer they were like old friends. For being ten years older than Bryan and me, we seemed to have a lot in common with them. There was no pressure and in fact there was no sexual conversation at all. I kept sneaking looks at. Carrion birds flocked behind the white hunters who just rode on.We were scavengers as well. When the white riders passed, we would rush to the killing field with a travois and bring a buffalo carcass or two back to the village. We would not hunt after the white killers had been through. Some in our village would not eat the meat of the buffalo killed by bullets.We never knew our fathers. They had gone to fight the blue suits before we were born and never returned. Like the buffalo, they were.