My abs flex, my shoulders pinch back, my head falls onto my brother’s shoulder, and my heart races. A torrent of convulsions churns in my depths and...the two pleasures of Tom and Eleanor mix within the tempest that rises from my pelvis. It’s a pressure that grows and grows, and my voice carries from my mouth with the rising feeling. My body lurches to the violent drive of Tom’s hips, sending my breasts and ass jiggling into a chaotic blur of rippling flesh. He’s driving so fast I think I’ll. I had no idea my mom had been going to a support group. He really was nothing like my father – and I think that bothered me more than anything. My dad had been a tall, lanky man. He’d worn glasses for driving and television, but not to read. He’d been a life long democrat and hippy. He loved hiking and fishing and abhorred guns. He’d always kept his hair just a little bit long, but it always stuck straight out, giving him this sort of half mad scientist thing. He was never crude, had a razor. "The bidding started with the perky Sally. Before starting, the girl to be bid on was ordered to strip and turn so that the entire crowd could see them. Sally had a great body, and the smile never left her face.Larry directed her to make one statement before the bidding began. Sally said, "I enjoy being a slave, and I promise to make my new owner very happy."The bidding was intense, by the time it was finished the bikers had paid more than I had available for Sally. She was still smiling as one. He entered followed by two husky ‘aides’ that I was certain were bodyguards. If they’d entered a bar, I’d have identified the muscle as ‘enforcers’.Senator Raptor was aptly named. He had a predatory manner and made no secret that he was to be treated as ‘the’ eagle. The ladies told me later that he looked like a vulture waiting for his next meal to die.Forewarned, I was wearing my greens and the women in service wore their uniforms as well. Rachel and Chastity dressed in nice blouses and skirts.