It hadn't been misting too long since the concrete drive was barely covered. I forced myself from my sleep induced stupor long enough to slip into my ...anties and jeans. Then I slipped into my leather moccasins. I managed to quickly determine what I needed to do. There was a picnic shelter with two full sized picnic table about twenty five yards away. I quickly rolled the bedroll up then move everything to the trailer, which was still attached to the Tomos. I rolled the Sprint the several yards. ) TRAMPS (the sluts that they would rent out for clients who would beat, rape or impregnate the slaves) COWS( the slaves who would be constantly pregnant, in order to sustain their milk-filled breasts and would only receive sex when they would need to conceive. And finally the SURPLUS (mostly infants that would be sold off to families wishing to raise the child as their own, or people who couldn’t have babies.. but mostly to Clients who wanted to raise them into their own sex slaves.)John. “You do have such a delicious tasting pussy. It's not much of a bother to help you out.”“She does,” groaned Sadie Stanton, a math and economics teacher. “Ooh, Radana, why don't you come over here and lick my pussy.”“Sure,” said Radana Musil. She taught PE and coached the football team. “I got a futa-cock in need of being sucked,” panted Sheryl Vann, a chemistry teacher.“I can help you out with that,” moaned Tamara Aitken, the futa-librarian. “If you suck mine at the same time.”“Sure.”The. She was tall! At least 6 feet. She, too, was covered in that special cloth, but her lines were golden on a violet background. In contrast to the other girls, the cloth also covered her arms. She stepped very gracefully onto the throne and her slim figure filled barely one third of its width. She rested her slender arms on the armrests. I was speechless. One reason was because I did not know why I was here. I figured out it had to do either with fucking Makii or with my remarks about the food.