.... normal. Usual. Nothing to worry about. Those few who did know - who had gathered, and planned, and bought, and organised - weren't saying anythin... either. It'd be nice to think, looking back, that this was because they were worried they'd be found out, their efforts stamped out, their leaders cursing as they were dragged away in handcuffs to cells that would never be opened. Or simply dismissed, ranting and raving like loons as all their frantic scribbles and diagrams came to nothing.. His hands fondled up at me. Our faces were inches apart. By then, I knew, Ernie had figured out that he was about to get laid, but he was probably still wondering what he had done to deserve this treat."Does she suck your cock, Ernie?"He nodded."Do you want me to do that for you?" Yes," he whispered."Do you ever eat her pussy?" Yes." Does it taste good?"He grinned and nodded."Are you going to eat my pussy today?" Sure." One last question, Ernie." He looked up expectantly. I turned my head. I was so turned on, I was going to be anything she said I was going to be. "Yes MaMa" was what I heard myself say, but it was more of a pleading, begging her to let me show her. She pulled a choke chain out of her jacket pocket and slipped it over my head then she pushed me down to the floor. Just like we had chatted about before, I really was going to be her dog now. "Get over here bitch" as she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me behind her over to the sofa. Then she pulled me back up again. A very convenient design, but the level ofadvanced technology often left passengers slightly uncomfortable.The elevator pinged and they stepped out nervously. Yesterday they wereon Sub Level 11. That seemed deep enough into the Earth. Sub Level 19was practically going all the way to China. After walking down thehallway they took their seats on a set of bleachers designed for at least100 people. Eric, Doug, and Barbie took a seat with the other volunteers.There were a total of 12 of them.