I was between jobs and it looked like I might be between jobs for quite a while so the money was welcome, so was the sex. I sound like a total slut? Y...ur point is? The dark horse was tall, dark-haired with amazing dark green eyes. She took no notice of me. Ham had taken her food order and I delivered the bottle of wine she’d chosen and poured a taster for her and she just sort of wiggled her fingers to say it was fine and that was that. When I put her meal down in front of her she didn’t speak,. She was beautiful. Nice, round boobies, a tight ass, and some pants that did little to hide the long lump. She looked over at Julian and smiled big. "Hello! And what is your name?" she asked, walking over to the chair. "His name is cumslut. Cumslut, meet Bailey," Tonya smirked. "Hello Bailey, I am Julian, but Tonya is right...please call me cumslut," Julian said, becoming more comfortable in his cock slave role. "Wow, you sure are in position. Can I have a turn?" Bailey asked. "Sure, I am. Just... everything."...Roger!" I begged.............The silence......I don't even know how to describe it. It was... ineffable. That'sthe only word I can think of: a word for something that's beyond words.The way I understand it, though, it's supposed to be something good:God; Love; Infinity....This was.........Actually, now that I think about it, there is a perfectly good wordfor it.Oblivion.Nothing. A nothing; a thing that is not a thing. Something forgotten,and the memory of it being. I want to know how many other people are sitting here like me, but I can’t turn my head to look. ‘Yeah, but she ain’t on our list, so we ain’t taking her,’ the first man says. He must be the leader. ‘Only the ones on the list, got it? Now, Row A, we got two. Seat 14 and Seat 26.’ What row am I in? What seat? It’s suddenly the most important piece of knowledge in the world, and I struggle to remember just how I got in here. I try to shut out the voices and concentrate. I think back to the last.