I presume it will admit daylight come tomorrow but there's no way I can reach it so there won't be much of a view. Maybe clouds if I'm lucky.My escort... engages in a real conversation for the first time. "Fifty, I'm your trainer and my name is Josephine," she says. "You can call me Jo," I hadn't been expecting to be allowed such familiarity, "except when I tell you otherwise." Pardon?" I say. "What's with the 'Fifty'? My name's Jenny."Jo shakes her head. "No. Not here. Slaves have numbers, not. Once we were in the limo I tried to sit in all sorts of positions but couldn’t get comfortable and the ride to the airport was extremely uncomfortable. Ashok held me and played with my tits and nipples as we drove along but I was too uneasy that I might just burst the tape and flood the limo! Before Ashok strode to the airport door he handed me two special sprays which he told me would undo the dressings and release my load!He warned me not to use the spray for any other purpose and not to use. At last, an even bigger glob dripped down between my waiting lips, and I let out a relieved breath. Soon I’d be able to close my mouth and be done with this humiliating episode. “Put your tongue back in and twirl it around, I want to see you play with my spit.” I should have known that she wouldn’t make it that easy. I swirled her spittle around, moved my tongue as if I was kissing someone, and it seemed to satisfy her. “Swallow.” I gulped it down, and my stomach churned, begging me for. Jennifer glanced up from her computer, as I stepped in the door. “What’s up?” she instinctively asked. “Grab your stuff,” I replied. “We have a sales call to go on.” “Where are we going?” she asked. “I can’t tell you,” I replied. “The walls have ears.” Jennifer followed me out to my car in the parking lot. She settled in to the passenger seat as I backed out. Her shirt skirt showed plenty of leg. She looked at me and smiled. “So where are we going?” Jennifer pressed. “We’re going to a place.