Cheryl knew she was on a plane as the feel of rising into the air was unmistakable. She was dazed and tired and sore, but she registered that. Her last dose of drugs had been several hours before and so she was attaining an incremental level of consciousness. To her joy and against all of her previously forlorn hopes, someone started to open the box.
A strong odor of sweat and fear emanated from the box as Jeremiah opened it. Stoner overcame his olfactory sensitivity and peered inside the box to examine his new property. There she was. All he could see was her back and a part of her ass, but she was there. And good money he had paid for her too. That b***h from Venezuela had pushed the bidding up over $300,000. It had finished at $375,000, or thereabouts. He wasnt quite sure since the bi
