After all, I was smart. I did well in school. I even had experience with nanobots and remote robotic piloting and controls. Technical work was the swe...t life for slaves. I'd probably end up on some desolate mining planet somewhere, with my every need met.It wasn't freedom, but it was certainly better than ending up like most of the others in the transport would. As I looked around, I could see that the others were all much bigger and tougher-looking than me, all except one. He was just a tiny. Karpov's class. The test started, but I struggled.Struggled to get the answers. It was awful. The whole time I wasthinking about what Cera said. She wanted to talk. About what? I keptracking my brain about what it could be. I just didn't understand.I did the best I could with the test. I just hoped that Mr. Karpov wouldbe kind enough to give me a good grade. Cera caught up to me as I waswalking out. She caught me at the exit."Hey, where are you going so fast," she said."I was just going to wait. ..”Lets let Tits get our cookies ready for the cream shall we?” Everyone laughed at his joke everyone except me that is I knew where those cocks were going! The first black guy came up and though I tried to close my mouth I could not the harness held me wide open and he stuck his huge cock into me and groaned as I tried to push him out with my tongue seems it only made him harder and he pushed deeper into me I felt him enter my throat and gagged as he did he continued pushing until his balls. I’m asking you, how bad do you want THIS?’ For Don, Mike’s question hit him hard and made him think. Did he really want this and could he actually do it, could he give up his lifestyle and devote himself to the care of this little girl. He had to suppress a small laugh as he realized that in reality his lifestyle was a complete and utter mess. Here he was twenty nine, about to be thirty years old and living in a run-down mobile home surrounded by filth. Many nights his only solstice was booze.