New York
A rasping stage whisper: "Hey man, I saw you ogling those kids on the street. You got a big hankering for 'em, don't you? Wait-don't answer me. Just come go with me and see what I have to offer you. No one will know."
This oily proposition did not occur in Tangiers, in Hong Kong, or in some teeming slum in India. It took place right in our own United States, in a tenement section of New York City, not two months prior to this writing. Although one may commonly think of the 'backward countries' of the world as the exclusive site of sex slavery, an interview with a thirty-eight-year-old Bronx accountant convinced me that the United States has its own share of teenage sex slaves-if you know where to look and how to keep your mouth shut.
It is far from unknown-that a man may purchase teenagers-and even pre-teeners-in New York and a few other American cities. Hendrik de Leeuw, in his book Sinful Cities of the Western World, does not slight New York in his coverage. "… I discovered that Yokohama, Shangai, Singapore, Port Said and Tangier were pretty bad places, but New York may come close to earning the palm for depravity," states the author. He then goes on to explain, "There is a great difference, however, in New York. I had to delve deeply to find it. And this is true of America in general. For this is the country where individual morals are made the concern of the authorities and the state, where legislation denies the prostitute, and where the public mind has turned its back on the existence of vice, save when sensational exposes are made to stimulate the imagination, and even then it is regarded as a crime."
And as to the tender age of many of the young teenagers involved, we must keep in mind that today's young people are becoming more worldly and often more irreverent about sexual matters than ever before. Vance Packard, in his recent book The Sexual Wilderness, tells us, "The mother of a stunningly shaped fourteen-year-old girl in Ohio told us that when she tried to moderate her daughter's frenetic dating habits, the girl flung a jacket, in her face and exclaimed, 'Mother, for goodness sakes, you don't know anything about love!"
Even more germane to our consideration of the sex slavery of teenagers is a revelation made by author Stephen Barlay in his book, Sex Slavery. "According to Tracers Inc., a New York private detective bureau, one million Americans are reported missing every year. In February 1967, the firm noted a ten-fold increase in the disappearance of school children over five years of age. Child prostitution galore is reported. Drinks, drugs, the vogue, or slavers are behind it."
The fact that the age of sex slaves is very low, including not only teenagers and pre-adolescents, but even children of seven and eight, is also attested to by the Bronx accountant. I was able to contact him only through persons I had previously interviewed regarding sex slavery, and it is almost certain that I would not have been able to meet him without their assurances to him that my only interest in his sexual experiences was as source material for the present book. The following material was transferred directly into print with nothing cut:
"When the guy stopped me on the street and commented on how I'd been looking at the kids in the street my first response was shock and fear. I hadn't realized I'd been so obvious and I thought he might be one of their parents or even a plainclothes cop. But then he propositioned me to come with him and 'see what I have to offer.' Even after that I still wasn't sure about him. You know, messing with kids is a serious matter and I figure you can't be too careful. I agreed to go to a bar with him the following night and discuss things further. But before he left he whetted my interest to fever pitch by showing me a black and white Polaroid picture of two little girls getting ready for bed.
"One was only eleven or twelve with her little titties just beginning to grow and the other was only eight or nine. The smaller girl was only wearing a pair of white panties, but the older one had on some kind of gown that showed one titty sticking out in full view. The other half of her body was obscured by the gown and her legs couldn't be seen at all. But I had a private orgy that night in my imagination conjuring up what the rest of her looked like!
"I've liked real young girls ever since my early twenties. Before I tell you what happened when I met the guy the next night, I want to tell you a little about why it is I go for them. I think it's partly because I'm not very good* looking. When I was young I was very shy around girls and didn't have much fun dating them. I was kind of awkward and always felt the other guys were better than me at getting girls. I didn't fuck a girl until I was nineteen years old and I went to a whore house for it even then. It wasn't because of any lack of desire on my part that I wasn't like most of the other boys my age. I'd hear them talking about how they did it to some girl at a drive-in over in Jersey or somewhere. I'd get so horny I'd have to go home and jack myself off. All I did was daydream about fucking a girl. What she'd look like with her bra off, what her skin would feel like, how great it'd be to see inside her panties and all kinds of shit like that.
"Then as I got older I began to notice that younger girls weren't as hard to talk to as girls my own age. And they didn't seem so picky about being civil to a guy like a lot of the older girls who'd only be nice to you if you had a big car or were a football hero. And plenty of the younger girls I started noticing were very cute, too. At various times, like at basketball games or on the bus, I'd notice that when I looked at a young one she wouldn't try to snub at all. In fact, some of them would show me they liked the attention I was giving them by giving me a little free show of a few more inches of leg from under their skirt, or an 'accidental' look down the front of their blouse. Back then almost all of them wore bras instead of going around with bare tits like so many do now, but it was still exciting to get a shot down their blouse and see the white bra and a bit of titty flesh.
"Before long I'd forgotten about girls my own age entirely and was dreaming about having one of the young dolls naked with me. I was about nineteen at the time and the ones I liked most were girls twelve or thirteen and younger. They were the flirtiest and most appealing to me. But I was getting old enough so that I had to watch myself and not let anyone notice my preferences. I decided I was going to have to have a piece of ass or die, so I went to a whore house across the river in Jersey and lost my cherry. I was really disappointed, though. The girl was about twenty-five and hard as nails. She wanted to get it over with and move on to her next trick and she didn't make any bones about it. When I couldn't get a hard-on she laughed at me. That made me feel even worse but I finally managed to raise a hard by thinking of young girls and was able to fuck her. It was a totally unsatisfying experience and I never again went to a whore house.
"I was going to college then and working part time as a handy man for an apartment manager. Since I was conscientious and hard working, he and his wife-they were about thirty-five -took a great liking to me. They used to invite me to their place for dinner all the time. Their eight-year-old daughter was an only child and there weren't any other kids in the building so she loved it whenever I came to dinner. Even if I wasn't her age I was someone different for her to talk to. Eventually it became a ritual. She and I would wait in the living room while her mom got dinner. Her dad always dashed in at the last minute so that left me alone with her. Once when we were watching TV she sat down beside me and before I knew it she was tight against my side slapping my leg and laughing at the funny TV show.
"When she touched me I immediately became aware of her smooth, warm body and how nice it felt to have her hand on my leg, even for a second. That happened several nights in a row and then we both became bolder and started letting our hands rove over each other's body. We never talked about what we were doing because I think she knew as well as I did that what we were doing was naughty and bad. It got so that I'd get to run my hands all around under her loose-fitting dress and massage the smooth skin of her immature body. And she loved every minute of it. She started putting her hand on my crotch and feeling my cock, which of course was as big as it could be. When I finally got up enough nerve to start toying with her little eight-year-old pussy, she couldn't get enough of it. And she showed her affection by going inside my pants and playing around with my naked peter. One night I got so hot I shot off in her hand and she didn't know what it was. It sort of scared her and I was deathly afraid she'd tell her parents. After that I got another job and never went around anymore. But I'd had my taste of sex with a kid and I wanted more.
"For the next several years I played with little girls and young teenyboppers whenever I got the chance, but it wasn't often. By that time I didn't like them any other age. A few times I got to feel a girl up in movies and two or three times I ran across a nymphet who was old enough to want to experiment with her developing body. In Central Park I got one girl about ten to jack me off for a dollar and once I paid a girl of thirteen to let me feel her naked titties. Outside of that my only sex outlet was masturbation. I starting buying sex picture books and imagining myself with girls in the pictures. Another thing happened, too. I found that I was so horny all the time that I began to be attracted to boys as well as girls. It had to be a very specific kind of boy-ten or younger and well-formed.
"A couple of times I succeeded in getting young boys to let me masturbate them and once I even found a nine-year-old who was willing to do it to me. But in general my sex life was very unsatisfactory. I had depended on my own erotic thoughts so much for stimulation that it seemed impossible to ever be able to satisfy my desires with real youngsters. I had decided that the perfect sex situation for me would be one in which I was at liberty to do terribly naughty things to young girls and boys who were homosexual-except, of course, where I was concerned. I came to this attitude because of a touch of jealousy, I suppose. I reasoned that if a young girl or boy had sex with a member of the opposite sex the act would constitute 'disloyalty' to me. But with members of their own sex it seemed to me that a girl or boy would not be 'unfaithful' to me. Of course the whole thing was an impossible dream anyway so it really made no difference.
"Then I met the man on the street who wanted me to come and see what he had to 'offer' after he had observed me gazing at kids in the street. The next night I went to the bar and found the answer to all my dreams. I could hardly believe it when he claimed he could furnish me with young girls at all. And when he went on to say that for the right kind of money I could even keep them overnight at my own apartment or even for days at a time, it was too much for me to swallow. He proposed that I go to a certain tenement house with him that very night and enjoy myself with a little girl. I would only pay a flat fee and he'd guarantee there'd be no trouble from parents or cops. I thought he was referring to a regular whore house of some sort, but he quickly explained the details.
" 'No, man, I ain't gonna take you to no whore house. You don't understand. See, the kids I can put you in touch with are all from very poor families. Their parents are in on the deal, see, to make money. That's why there's no danger involved. It's a living for a lot of them, or at the very least a damned big chunk of their income. You'll see."
"I hadn't realized that such things went on. I agreed to go with him to the little girl's house. Fifteen minutes later we were climbing rickety wooden stairs in an unfamiliar part of the city. He had me wait a couple of minutes and then he came back and said, 'It's all yours, buster. Her mom is taking her brothers out for a snack on her part of the money you paid me. Take your time and enjoy yourself. I know you're going to like her. Her name is Rae and she's eleven.'
"I hesitantly entered the apartment, which was dark and drafty, and tried to get my eyes accustomed to the poor light. Before I could quite make out which room I was in I heard a small voice say, 'Come on in here to this room, mister.' I imagined a southern accent and later found I was right. Her family had come to New York from Appalachia mine country and had fallen on hard times. The father had deserted the wife and kids and she was left to take care of them the best way she could. Renting her eleven-year-old daughter out to men like me just happened to be one of those ways.
"I went on into the other room and could barely make out the form of a child sitting on a rumpled bed with her arms around her knees. The only light was from a street light across the street, but it was plenty bright enough after my eyes got used to it. Rae turned out to be a perfectly beautiful young adolescent with ash blond hair, a thin frame and a cute, inquisitive face. She was wearing nothing but a tattered white cotton sleeping gown over a pair of pink panties. The elastic band was broken in her panties and this let them fall low on her slender hips, in a wrinkled condition like an old handerkerchief.
"She said, 'I'm real glad you came, mister. If you like me maybe you'll come back, huh?"
"I nodded that I might indeed, but I was so struck with being able to see the kid as near naked as she was, that my jaw dropped down and I just gazed at her for a few minutes. She chewed her bubble gum and grinned at me in what she considered to be a very sexy way. To most guys maybe she would've just looked silly, but to me she looked just like she was trying to look-extremely provocative.
"She seemed very concerned with pleasing me. 'I wasn't sure what you like so I just wore these panties and gown. If you want me to I'll put all my clothes back on so you can watch me take them off.' Then she lowered her head and in a giggly voice said, 'Course if you'd druther have me get plumb naked so you can see everything I got, I can do that, too.'
"I told her I wanted her to let me take them off and she said, 'Okay, mister, here I am."
"I took my pants off and got on the bed with her, wearing only my long-tailed button-down white shirt. She asked, 'Aren't you gonna move your shirt so I can finger your foreskin while you take my clothes off? Most guys like it when I do that."
"I ripped off my shirt and let my hands caress her youthful, velvety skin while she brazenly took my prick and began delicately manipulating it. I played with her for a while by rubbing her shoulders, neck, face and bare legs. I pretended to myself that's all I was going to be able to do to her, and then rewarded myself by getting under the gown and rubbing her tummy and ribs. Finally I let myself place my sweaty fingertips on the turgid hardness of her pea-sized nipples. The lovely, soft flesh of her titties formed a resilient mound that made the nipples stick out in a very erotic way.
"She was apparently a bit concerned that she didn't have bigger titties even though they were undoubtedly somewhat larger than most eleven-year-old's.
" 'I know my titties ain't too big but I'm a big enough girl to have you fuck me. Honest! Feel in my panties and see all the hair I have around my pussy. Heck, I just had a few wild hairs down there last summer."
"She seemed so afraid I might not be pleased with her that I put her at ease by saying,*Rae, you're fine honey, just fine. Now you just let me do what I want to you.'
"She smiled and lay backwards. I slipped her gown off as she touched the bed and then wormed my fingers into her panties. She had a nice little nest between her legs and when I started playing around in it she sighed and said, 'Umm, that feels swell. You're nice, mister.'
"In a very short time I had her panties off and she had voluntarily grasped my tumescent cock in her hand. I slipped my forefinger into her small slit and discovered that she was wet there. I raised myself above her and parted her legs, allowing the big head of my cock to touch the entrance to her jewel box.
" 'Honey, you sure are awfully hot and wet down there. Wouldn't it be good for you if I gave you a little hard peter to cool you off some, and soak up some of that pussy juice?"
"She was breathing heavily already and so was I. She said, 'Mister, that's jest what I want. Oh hell, mister, if you'll just stick that pole of yours on in I promise you I'll make you feel good.'
"I needed no further encouragement. I slowly eased it into her tight pussy and knew I was going to get my rocks off very fast. I started hunching her and felt her little skinny legs wrap around my ass. 'Oh shit, mister, that feels so good. Oh please keep doing it! Oh go ahead and fuck me. Give me all of it, I can take it! Ahhhh!' The breath hissed out of her like steam from a tea kettle and she started humping her little ass off the bed to meet the thrusts of my swollen prick. I felt myself start to come off and increased the speed of my movements. The sweat was rolling off her naked body so much I knew she must be close too.
"I yelled, 'Get ready for it, honey, I've got a hot load on its way to you!'
"The sexy young bitch screamed, 'Oh god, mister, I'm ready for it right now. Oh give it to me now! Fuck me, oh fuck me, fuck fuck fuck-aiiiiiieeeee!"
"I just about had my nuts off anyway and when I heard her screaming dirty words and felt her young snatch vibrate under me, I shot a hot stream of come into her that must have gone right on up toward her tonsils. After awhile she put her gown and panties back on and washed herself out, then did the same for me. I left there completely satisfied and knowing I wanted to meet my 'introduction service' again very soon.
"The next time I had a drink with him I laid it on the line. I admitted to him my entire fantasy about having young girls and boys at my disposal who would indulge in homosexual stuff while I watched and participated. I'd already paid the guy a good price for my first time with Rae and he naturally wanted more of my money, which I would be glad to give him if he could provide what I was interested in.
" 'Hmmm,' he mused, 'I just might be able to help you out, buddy.' He said that what the situation amounted to was slavery and that he had quite a few other young teen and pre-teen boys and girls under his control. It was more customary for him to retain control and rent them out by the night, but he'd consider selling me what I wanted outright if I was willing to pay his price. First, he outlined exactly what I could get for the money.
" 'Rae has a cousin fifteen named Robin whose family's in the same boat as hers. And Robin has a little sister, Peggy, who's just eight. That'd be three girls. Together with two young boys that'd be five kids. I know where I can lay my hands on a couple of little ten-year-old gay boys who should exactly fill the bill. I know for sure that the boys will go the scene for you and with you but I'm not absolutely sure the girls will please you that way. Are you willing to gamble on that one uncertainty? Little Rae really liked you a lot, her mom tells me, so she might talk Robin or Peggy, or maybe both of them into some pussy-licking and titty-sucking for your benefit even if they didn't really dig it. What do you say?"
"I didn't hesitate about accepting his offer. I'm not a rich man, but I have a pretty high-paying job, and since I've never married, I've managed to accumulate a pretty good bank roll through the years. The next day I met him in the same bar with a certified check in the amount he had named. He would handle all the other details. I would be delivered Gene and Larry, the two boys, that night. The next day I would receive the three girls. Although my apartment had always been larger than I really needed, with my two extra bedrooms empty, I was about to have them serve as 'guest' rooms for the best kind of guests I could imagine.
"That night when Gene and Larry were brought to my place I was already hot and horny just from thinking about what I was going to do with them. The situation had already been explained to them so they knew that they were my property and must do as I told them. I got in bed and told them I wanted to watch while they played with each other the way they were accustomed to doing. They were just a bit shy at first but it didn't last long. They both stripped down to their jockey shorts and Gene, the blond-headed one, reached into Larry's fly for his cock. Larry was a dark-haired kid who looked Puerto Rican, but his name didn't sound Latin so I never knew what he was. His cock was a little bigger than Gene's, but they both had very nice ones for boys only ten.
"Gene jacked Larry off at first and then Larry reciprocated by getting his little hands on Gene's tool. I'd say Larry's was maybe three-and-a-half inches long and Gene's a bit shorter. Gene had two or three black hairs growing around the base of his peter but Larry's little tool was as hairless as a banana. I asked them if they could shoot off and Gene said, 'No, we can't make peter juice like a man yet, but we love giving each other hand jobs and sucking each other off. I asked them if they'd ever seen a man shoot his wad and they both said they'd only heard about it. All the time I was talking to them they'd been working each other over, so I was damned hot.
"I said, 'Well, watch me and you're going to see what it'll be like for you when you get to be a man.' I'd been masturbating under the covers while I watched them so I just tossed back the covers so they could watch. It was somehow very exciting for me to display my cock to them and act as 'teacher.' In no time at all I shot off onto the floor and as they watched it was clear that even at their youthful age they were definitely gay.
"Gene said, 'Oh, please, can I touch it now?' and Larry right away wanted to put his mouth on it! I permitted them both to play around with it and finally got so hot as a result that I raised a new hard-on and shot off in Larry's mouth while Gene sucked his cock. I put them both to sleep in the room that would be theirs and slept well that night.
"The next night the girls were due to arrive. I'd been awaiting them with such concern that I wasn't able to keep my mind on my work all day at the office. The thought of having Rae, who I'd already fucked, plus fifteen-year-old Robin and her eight-year-old sister, Peggy, was enough to make me quiver with anticipation. I was hoping I could get them to want each other's bodies like Gene and Larry did, but I'd decided if they didn't show any real interest in each other, I'd still be perfectly happy just having the three of them around to fuck. I knew little Peggy probably wouldn't have a pussy large enough for me to get into but I had plenty of naughty things I wanted to do with her besides plain fucking. I sincerely hoped they'd both be as attractive as Rae. In addition, the fact that Peggy and Robin were sisters provided an extra thrill for me in the knowledge that any lesbian love I could get them to do would also be incest. Not to mention that the three of them were cousins.
"That night is one I'll never forget. They were delivered with a single suitcase of clothes for the three of them. I was at last alone with all five children.
"I left Larry and Gene in their room until after I'd had a little time with Rae, Robin and Peggy. The two cousins exceeded my wildest expectations. Robin was a shapely young girl who, in spite of her shabby clothes and poor background, displayed a poise that belied her fifteen years of age. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair, big brown eyes, was about five feet seven inches tall, and had the greatest set of jugs I ever saw on a girl who hadn't even quite finished growing yet. Those whoppers must have been at least size 36D's and her small waist and long legs made them appear even bigger.
"Robin smiled at me and in a sexy voice drawled, 'Rae told me and my sis that you was real nice to her, so we're glad you took us over from our mom. If you liked what Rae told us that you did with her then I think you're gonna like me and Peggy real well.' She sat down in a chair and leaned back in it, looking at me from under long eye lashes. She could plainly see that I was looking her up and down as though she was naked-and it was obvious she liked it.
"Then little Peggy piped up in her high, sweet, little girl's voice and said, 'I liked what Rae told me you did to her. It made me want to play naughty with myself thinking about it. I might not be big enough yet for all of what you did to Rae but I sure do hope you'll let me get naked and show you how pretty I am. Surely you can think of something you'd like to do to me!"
"Her little speech was so cute that even the other girls laughed along with me. I grabbed Peggy up in my arms, kissed her soft child's lips, and whispered in her ear, 'Don't worry, sweetheart, I'm not going to leave you out of the fun.' She had black hair that grew all the way to her waist, and a delicate, pretty face that was alive with curiosity. When she felt my hands supporting her by encircling the cheeks of her ass she snuggled her face into the crook of my neck and whispered, 'Umm, it feels good when you have your hands under my dress like that. It's going to be fun doing nasty things with you."
"Rae had a surprising and delightful confession to make. She ran and hugged me after I set Peggy down and said, 'Can we go into the bedroom now? There's something we want to tell you and see if you'll be mad at us.'
"As soon as the three of us were on the bed Rae propped her pretty legs under her elbows and said, 'Since I know you best, Peggy and Robin want me to be the one to tell you this. When we heard we were coming here to live we got hot thinking about it and started… well, we played nasty with each other a little bit. See, we do that a lot when we're together. Are you mad at us for being so bad? We… we're sorry we did it but we'll never do it again if-"
"My heart was in my throat with anticipation and delight at her words. I interrupted her and said, 'Listen, sweety, you don't give it another thought. I was just hoping to be able to get you girls to do the lesbian bit and now you tell me you're already doing it. Great! I want you to keep it up and let me watch. I have two boys who'll act as your brothers. They're gay, too. I don't want you letting them in your panties but you can watch them all you want.'
"I called the boys into the bedroom, made brief introductions, and told the pair to amuse themselves with each other as they'd done the night before while I played with the girls. They immediately went for each other's peter, much to the girls' enjoyment. I told Rae that since I'd already fucked her I thought it was only fair that I got into Robin's panties first. Robin was very pleased with my suggestion.
" 'But there's one more little thing, Rae,' I said to the girl. 'I want you to get Robin hot for me in your own special way, so she'll provide me with the best fuck she has to offer, okay?"
"Rae's eyes lighted up and she said with a little laugh,*Oh, I think I can do some things to Robin that will make her hot.'
"Little Peggy chimed in, 'She sure can! Rae knows how to suck my cunny even better than Robin-and Robin's my sister!"
"Rae and Robin turned a little red in the face and laughed at Peggy's comment. I grabbed the little girl in my arms and, while Rae went to work removing Robin's clothes, I kissed her soft cheek and ran my hand up her dress. I slipped my fingers into her thin panties and twiddled her hairless baby slit. She responded by drawing her dress over her head and saying, 'I don't have as much as Rae or Robin yet, but I hope you'll at least frig me like you're doing now even if you can't get your peter in me. Oooh, you sure are making it feel good right now! I bet you got a real big one, huh? Would you let me see it? Let me play with it while we both watch Rae and my sis-can I?"
"The small girl's tender flesh was hot to my fingers wherever I touched her. She cordially wiggled out of her panties and let them slip to the floor as I continued frigging her tiny slit and she darted her little hand deep into my pants in search of my hard peter. By that time Rae had entirely removed all of Robin's clothes and left her naked on the bed. She was bent over the older girl's body with her sweet lips over a succulent nipple as her hands massaged a tit. It was obvious they'd played around with each other a lot. I watched the two girls lez it up while little Peggy and I frigged each other inside our clothes.
"Rae wasn't being left out, not by a long shot. Robin had both hands up Rae's dress and as Rae kept up the stimulating tongue action on her tits, Robin was rubbing the cheek of Rae's ass with one hand and masturbating her pussy with the other. I yelled for Robin to take Rae's clothes off while Rae sucked her nipples and the fifteen-year-old obliged at once, revealing the slender nakedness of her cousin for us all to see. With them both naked Peggy and I felt out of place so I quickly got her naked-hell, with her panties already off all she had on was a tattered dress-and the eager little beaver went to work on me and had all mine off in nothing flat.
"Rae and Robin were getting hot as pistols so I told Rae to get off and let me on. With a little shoving and yanking I soon had them arranged as I wanted: I was astride the lush, full-bodied fifteen-year-old and Rae was seated on the floor at our heads, facing us, with Peggy in her naked lap. In this position I could fuck Robin's pussy, suck Rae's firm titties, and give little Peggy a hand job as she sat in Rae's lap. Rae and Peggy had their own little thing going, too; they were energetically engaged in French-kissing each other while I sucked one's titty and frigged the other one's little baby slit.
"To top it all off, the girls were all looking at Larry and Gene go after each other across the room and seemed to be getting an extra charge out of seeing the little ten-year-olds' hard cocks. From time to time I would raise my head from Rae's fine titties and look down at the cascade of dark brown hair that fell from Robin's head as she excitedly put her mobile mouth to work by licking and kissing my stomach and nipples. I could feel Robin beginning to groan and knew she was going to come very soon. There were so damned many of us involved that I didn't even worry about trying to have everyone come off at the same time. The boys, in fact, had already gotten what pleasure they could from each other -and were watching the four of us with great interest.
"Little Peggy was the first one to come, which pleased me very much. My hand job on her was what gave it to her. She chirped shrilly when she came and darted her hands to Rae's cunny. In just seconds the combined titillation of my mouth on her tit and Peggy's hands on her wet cunny made her get her cookies. And then the chain reaction continued to Robin and I, with us both humping each other faster and faster until we exploded in a paroxysm of thick white come and hot pussy juice that left us breathless. As you can well imagine,*we were all ready for a nice long sleep after all that. And the boys were too.
"I've had the kids for a year now and it's been great. Once in a while I even invite friends of mine over for a little free sex. Sometimes I rent one of the kids out for a one-night stand. Why shouldn't I get a little money back from my investment in them? They're just as much mine as my car or my furniture, aren't they?"
When the accountant reached this stage of the interview I thanked him and terminated our meeting. How, indeed* did he expect me to answer such questions? The very basis of the questions were founded on tenets so reprehensible that I could do no more than simply remain silent in the face of them.
Conclusion
Before collapsing on its political face, the League of Nations did perform one most noteworthy act in the name of humanitarianism. In 1926 slavery was officially outlawed in the last of its two major strongholds-Africa and Asia. However, despite this attempt to forever do away with a practice based on man's cruelty to man, the illegal activity of flesh merchants still flourishes to some extent.
As to the existence of sex slavery, there are a number of questions to be asked and answered.
It is hoped that this book has raised some of them and brought a spark of enlightenment to the reader. Although there seems little that the individual himself can do to curb this activity, control of it-through public awareness-is not a physical impossibility. But until then, sex slavery will be very much a part of the continuing history of the world.