I was on the edge of cumming and I think my mystery man knew it. He pulled his fingers out and spanked my arse. Hard. “I see the agency sent me a ni...e little slut. I'm not going to let you cum honey. Not yet anyway.” He pulled me around by my shoulder so I faced him and shoved his sticky fingers in my mouth. I sucked my sweet juices off them hungrily. He stood up, pulling me up with him. He led me to the kitchen table, bending me over it. I motioned to stand back up but he was strong and pushed. In truth before he even opened it he knew what it was about. The people that knew this address only ever wanted one thing. His only real product, fresh young girls abducted by him trained and sold to the highest bidder into a lifetime of white slavery. I have too much work on as it is I thought to myself already mentally writing the apologetic negative reply. It was from a man named Hanz. Ah alas of course not that could hide his identity from me. He was a man who made a living in sale woman to. I closed my eyes and started to moan. I had stopped acting now. I was in their control, submitting myself to them, and powerless to stop anything they wanted to do to me.I watched Aurora sliding the black vibrator to and fro in her pussy with one hand whilst she stroked her fake cock with the other. I found myself wanting to alternately deep throat the cock and lick the juices that were now leaking from her cunt and soaking the vibrator that was moving inside her.My pussy and ass were now. Holding his gun at the ready, Jack slowly walked to where the wounded man was lying and poked the man with his boot to try to get his attention.The wounded man didn't pay Jack any attention, so Jack searched him for other weapons. The man was a walking arsenal of guns and knives. Jack found the obvious .44-40 Colt, two Derringers, and a .32 S&W. He also found a bowie knife, an Arkansas Frog Sticker (stiletto), and a folding knife that looked like it was used for skinning.Jack had not been.