After a few minutes he was driving along a stretch of road when the rain seemed to get heavier, this made him slow right down so he could see where he... was going, it was then when I noticed as he slowly passed the street lights that he had his pants unzipped and unbuckled, he was fondling his cock as he was talking to me, I tried to pretend not to look but it got the better of me. All of a sudden he asked me if I liked what I was looking at? I didn't know what to say and before I knew it I said. With the agility of an ox, I managed it on the second try.---"Last count, they're sixteen thousand commercial radio transmitters, give or take, in North America," Jennifer said as she fiddled with a bank of switches and meters. "Come on baby, you can do it," she whispered and patted the Coast Guard gray metal case housing the vintage relic from the seventies. The thirty pound Yaesu FT-101EE radio was a Craigslist steal, acquired by the Society for a few cents on the dollar. Beautifully. She then stood up, picked up her towel and tucked it into the side of her outfit then put her hands behind her back. This is the way it is to be done."I changed things a little, Jenny was going to do just the finger printing and Vicky the pictures, Lorrie, Marcy and Ching Lee the questionnaires to move things along. They each picked a slave and started.It took half an hour but everything was completed except the urine samples. I gave all of them a 16oz bottle of water and told them to drink it. Finding hers andknowing it is her crate because of the bar code on the side she climbs inshutting down again, her mind resetting its owner information andpreparing her for shipping. After an unknown amount of time she turnsback on, she is in a store in the window display. The stores ownersetting her to demo mode as she begins the pre-set patterns of display,her Siskal programming telling her how to do the courtship dance of thatspecies to attract a mate and forcing her to show off her alien sex.