I already chose my favourites for future fornication.All American applicants need to get a positive vote from my dear readers from both main genders, ...in order to pass the decisive test!---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Any all American 'Bride-to-Be' with a vote of 50% or more, will be on a boat from Frisco or Hawaii to 'Paradise Island' in outer. Most of the bitches will die from disease long before they try to escape. Q: Does it ever bother you, knowing that when you sell or trade in a slave, that you are basically signing her death warrant? A: No, not at all. Im only interested in getting as many good-looking young females as possible into the Nursery and disposing of our excess inventory of pussy. I really dont care what happens to a bitch once Ive unloaded her. Besides, while these women may not live a long life, they certainly are. Sinclair had never gone into the mountains from this angle and didn't believe there would be a trail thorough. I had grown up here and knew this section intimately. At one time when young, I had kissed a girl at a dance and she lived on the other side of the mountains. Enough said.Duffy, Pete, and Red Morris were ones I could depend on. I would trust Monty and Jack Sinclair just as much. We moved as fast as we could. Most of the time it was single file but we ate up the miles. Eventually we got. Ah, her knickers! I made a point of locating the laundry basket in the master bedroom and quickly rummaging through the discarded clothes until I found a pair of sensible knickers that weren't Mandy's. I put them to my nose and inhaled, and all there was was stale piss, but it was Mrs Hubert's stale piss.And then I assessed where her arse would be and sniffed there in the hope that they would have ridden up into her crack at some point. I imagined a faint trace of that. I had to step quickly.