Jefar stopped sucking my clit and watched my face as he slid a finger in my ass. I really had to fight for control now. I looked into his eyes, keepin... focused on my breathing. I wasn’t going to let him win just yet. As he started pumping his finger gently in my ass, he slid a vibrator in my pussy. Damn he wasn’t playing fair; I broke out in a full sweat trying to keep control. The wine came close to spilling, my breathing was getting harder. Jefar gently pumped the vibrator, so he couldn’t be. He was my immediate biological male ancestor. I didn't want to annoy him. Yet.Beyond that reason, I thought it might be fun to see who I randomly got. It would make tonight an adventure. A different kind of adventure. I had already formulated a plan in my head for my final three nights. I noticed that the number of guys and gals were not equal. There were more females than males. Every night there were several older women who had a night or two sleeping alone. Well, more on that later.I waited. You place them any single number on the field and you can pick one article to take off of our waitress. If the ball lands on double zero all the players win the prize on this card.” Before putting the card face down on the table she showed it to Diane. Her reaction was priceless as she put her hand to her mouth and gasped. It was apparent she wasn’t aware of this beforehand. “Relax,” said Katy, “The odds are 37 to 1 in your favor.” This didn’t seem to relax Diane at all, so all the guys were. The alternative was brutal and far worse than even slavery: recycling, a painful, terrifying execution that took place while one was conscious, too. Seeing the replay of the execution of Phyllis Parker (see Taking Deliveries by Thinking Horndog) from a previous pickup in another place told me everything that I needed to know, as if it did for others.“Oh, dear!” Margret told me as we exited the orientation for the Civil Service pool, preparing to select our last concubines, “We really DO need to.