.." Komal muttered. Her parents had, admittedly, never pushed her to get a job in secondary school or university. Shortly after she finished school,... the war killed any prospect of her finding a real job."Skills of importance?" The soldier remained obnoxiously friendly."Data entry... some math, I guess, uhh... analytical skills," Komal said. General, vague terms that she would use on a resume."I see," said the soldier. More fiddling with the computer. "Friends and relatives in town?"Komal. Doreen, her mind racing with lust and confusion, goes and gets a towel as she had promised. She fully intends to merely drop off the towel and leave, but hearing the shower’s water and feeling the moist heat draws her into shadowy places she didn’t know she could be taken. She soon finds herself standing outside my shower, an arms breadth from where I stand stroking my cock. While I wasn’t moaning, she can tell that pumping my fist . As that kiss lingered it made me feel vaguely uncomfortable until I realized that this was all part of the game. We were all going to get laid tonight."Well, anyone for Taco Bell?" Larry joked, heading for the carport."You son-of-a-bitch," Dawn snarled. "You'd better be taking us to Havenwood, at the very least!" Havenwood was the epitome of dining excellence in our locale."Yes, it's Havenwood," Larry laughed. "The reservations are for four at seven." Isn't it a little early?" I asked. "It's. Some in rags, some naked…I find two that I would want to consider purchasing as my new house slave. Both are lighter skinned and both are of age so it comes down to the final price. A bell in the square alerts me to the fact that my ten minutes are up and the event is starting.I quickly leave the cells and head for the square in order to obtain a decent place in the crowd. In blocks of ten the slaves are led up onto the platform and presented. Any remaining clothing is removed briskly and the.