Despite the primitiveness of her attire, the woman still radiated beauty. Her skin was a luscious dark brown, like molten chocolate, her equally dark ...brown eyes glowing like jewels, her gaze flitting around constantly yet she had yet to spot Laura peeking through the undergrowth.The woman’s movements were that of a feline hunter yet there was a reserved measure to her actions that suggested that she was also used to being the prey. She was carrying a spear, little more than a shaft of wood with. Sometimes, enhanced teaching techniques, including psychological and physical torture would be used.If the prisoner responded positively to the reeducation sessions, she would be released to the care of the member of the party. Though never a complete citizen, she could be utilized in any manner the party member saw fit. If the prisoner did not respond well to reeducation, the state unburdened the people from the care for the said prisoner. Death or disappearance of the prisoners would be. We walked in and was greeted by my wife's co-worker Nancy. She is older than my wife and I but still not bad looking. I could tell that under that blouse was an expensive pair of titties. She almost immediately steered me away from my wife. She told me the men where out side on the deck. I didn't know any of these guys so I grabbed a cold beer and begain to listen to see if I had anything in common with any of them. I did hear two guys talking racing so I went over to join in. I lost track of. In fact, her voice was bringing it into crystal clarity. He pressed even closer to Cindy now, secure with her female nearness and the gentle stroking of her hand on his shoulder and arm.The situation was starting to have a strong physical effect on Cindy's flesh as well. She could feel the familiar wonderful twitching sensation deep within her belly, and her hungry little pussy began to secrete tiny droplets of lubrication to moisten her panties, causing her to open and close her thighs.