I calmly opened my eyes to see several figures standing around our camp. Slowly looking toward Ken-Gi I could see he too was covered by someone with a...rifle just as I was. The girls were dragged kicking and screaming out of the tent by the remaining individuals. A quick count told me there were at least eight of them, maybe more outside of our camp keeping watch. Each girl was rolled onto her belly, a short rope with a loop at one end was placed over their head so the loop tightened snug; their. Usually upside down. Very springy hedge.Competition was tough: Skoda, VW, Citroen, Peugeot, Ford, BMW Jaguar, Kia, Honda, Nissan, Porsche, Laaka, Volvo, Saab, Fiat, Lancia, Vauxhall, Liger, Simca, Daewoo, Bentley, Geely and Holden all had three or four factory sponsored teams with four hundred thousand dollar cars, support teams with lorries and there were independents with new cars.Then came the regular F-Cup racers, dealer sponsored teams and backyard mechanic built cars, daddy hobbies, and. . uh... these girls... agents."The office didn't even sport an intercom so the secretary walked into the adjoining office and closed the door. A few seconds later she emerged and motioned to them."Mr. Slezak will see you now," she uttered almost as if reciting a line from a movie.Slezak's office was a lot like the man himself. Although you couldn't see any dirt, you felt it was hidden in the corners. Posters advertising cheap porn movies hung on the wall, Cocksuckers From Hell and Blonde Bimbo. Our tongues entwined and swam together fluidly like frolicking dolphins, over and under each other – out of one mouth and into the other. The kiss was so seductive in its intensity and unbridled boldness that I felt that familiar tingly exhilaration rippling beneath my skin. My cock began to swell. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the fervor of this sensuous woman’s kiss. The barroom and all of its raucous revelers disappeared from my consciousness as we kissed. Nothing else mattered.