I needn't have worried. As lunch time approached that first day, I was directed to climb into one of the carts. Onyx, one of the breeder slave women w...s waiting for me. She was already naked and dripping from her pussy as she lay on her back on a bed in the cart. She professed to be ready for me as I stripped my clothes off and got between her raised knees. She did not want to "waste time" on foreplay. Instead, she wanted as many orgasms as could be managed during the time of our fuck. That was. For a moment we didn't say anything and then the woman next to me whispered, "So, what do they pay you for something like this." Huh?!" I let out."For playing this part! I feel already dirty, looking like this, but you, fully naked, what do you ask them for something like this?" Um ... I don't?" I said all puzzled."What? Do you do this for free?" that mean looking guy said. Although, now he didn't look mean anymore, but very gentle and caring. His voice had also gotten much softer."Yes?! Why?. If it weren’t for the wall I could probably easily reach out and touch her, I was thinking, and she could reach out and touch me. She could wrap her little hands around my hard cock and guide me into her hot little pussy.I abruptly heard a knock-knock sound on the shower wall between us, so close and startling that I stopped jerking off and simply stood there holding my cock tightly, my fist over my cock-head. “The walls are really thin, aren’t they,” I clearly heard Morgan say. It sounded. The sight shocked me, I’d seen that image before. She kept playing with the ring, and then letting it slide back to cover the tattoo.My mind was racing as I tried to remember. My body kept swaying with the motion of the subway while I remembered my uncle Rob showing me a photo of the same tattoo on a woman’s hand. Was it the same woman? It couldn’t be, the skin tone was much darker than the woman below me. What was it that he had said?“Can you show me that tattoo please?”She looked up blankly.