She was barely five feet tall but certainly well made and wore a happy smile on her lovely face. "A clue, please," I said. "I'd hate to admit I didn't...remember anyone as pretty as you are." Blatherskite," she cried, "such garbage. Well," she tossed her dark hair about and then grabbed a yard of it and waved it at me. "Perhaps this has thrown you off since it was blonde last time you saw it. My sister's name is Trudy, and I watched you roger her until her eyes crossed." Gretchen," I cried,. Marie leaned over the side of my truck and smiled as shesaid "Hey sissy are you ready to be the Dyke's Bitch? That's the storyabout to be made real for you now." Four leather clad women released mybounds and carried me into a roadhouse ominously named 'Soft tail'. Thegag in my mouth garbled my sobs but the tears coursing down my cheekswere obvious signs of my sorrow. My penis-shaped gag was withdrawn frommy mouth but the o-ring stayed and to my horror the spit-slick gag wasrudely rammed into my. ” Kajira informed her as she sat and pulled her boots back on.After a short knock the boys reentered the compartment and both were laughing. They stopped short when they saw Kajira. Harry gave a low whistle and Ron’s jaw dropped. Hermione closed his mouth for him and pushed him down on the bench.With a sexy smile, Kajira stood and asked, “Like it?”Both boys blushed and stuttered a yes. This caused her to laugh. Hermione gave her a dark look.“Really Kajira, they will not allow you to wear that. Dave and Margaret had partied with Helen and Mark a few times.“Okay, I’ve got her. Almost past selection. We have a bunch of those. Looks like pet food to me, given her age and all. We can release her to you. In fact, tell you what, Dave ... have you ever thought of servicing some of our processees for us?”“What do you mean?”“Okay. We do about 140 to 180 a day, with a five day workweek. Sixty percent is parts, ground round and pieces. Probably ten percent or so are spit quality, with the rest.