It was legal cannibalism. And Al's Butcher Shop became our Town's Lottery Abattoir, and I was the Official Collector of delinquent losers in the Lotte...y, amongst other duties. I still had to make the deliveries of orders, but now I delivered the women's bodies for consumption.I made one day a week my 'arrest' day and I was in charge of on the spot executions of the delinquents. I gave them, by law, the choice of three methods of going. A sharp axe and a wood block. Manual strangulation, and. “I told Tom. I’m so sorry Sara. I didn’t mean too but I was drinking and trying to dirty talk with him and it just came out.” She was rambling so fast it was like she was in a race with herself to finish her own sentences. “Well, what did he say?” I asked her very curious. I did not care that he knew at all which was a weird feeling, but the intense need to know how he felt about it was amazing. There was a part of me that wanted him to be turned on by it, so I was on the edge of my seat for. I s'pose it was a robbery attempt, but I ain't carrying enough money to be worth a fight. Let me look at this bastard an' maybe I'll know some more."Ham jumped into the ditch and peered closely at the face of the dead man. "Son of a bitch! This here is a bastard I sent ta jail 'bout 7 years ago. He swore that he wuz gonna kill me fer it, but I figured that there wuz jus' hot air. I guess not. Looks like I owe ya a special thanks." Think nothin' of it. I'm glad ta be of help. The bastard did. He smiled at me as I walked up and said “I knew you wanted it”. I felt a bit awkward so didn’t speak.He reached out and felt my hardening manhood through my jeans and gently rubbed. The pleasure was almost indescribable. Little bolts and tingles of pleasure radiating outwards from my cock. I gently did the same to him and felt his hardness behind his jeans. He was big, I could feel it. I ran my fingers underneath his balls and gave a little squeeze, and he moaned slightly as he closed his.