His lips smothered the tender moistness of her vulnerable pussy, parting the soft silky pubic hair, his thick tongue salaciously slicing into the feve...ish crevice of her vagina. His palms pushing gently against the inside of her quivering thighs, preventing any efforts to evade the oral onslaught, his tongue set to task its slow and tortuous teasing of her secret vaginal flesh. She groaned over and over, her hands now pulling at his hair, her back arching as much as possible, and the depravity. "I'm sorry," he said, trembling. "I didn't mean that. Please forgive me."She seemed placated for a moment, and her skin muted from red to pink to a light tan color. The light returned to normal in the room."But what about me?" Arnie said, hoarsely. "What happens to me?" I think you know that," she said, baring her sharp white teeth in a smile. "You are the other side of the coin from these women," she continued, pointing to the pigs rooting for crumbs on the floor. "You are starving to death,. I just sat there in shock for at least a minute or more before moving and closing the firewood door to the stove. This was more than curious, I finally decided, but wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Getting to my feet, I started gathering the things I would need to make dinner as soon as the stove was hot enough, and hoped that the fire would last long enough to finish the meal.When the men came in, I put them to slicing the bread. The butter was too hard to spread, so I put some. I knew that without that coldness, without that numbness, I was going to fall apart. If I didn't let that coolness in, I was going to fall apart, a wreck of a man.Not for the first time in the past 24 hours, I thought about how I'd gotten here. I thought about what had led me to this place. I considered the past, considered every decision I'd made for the past 12 years plus, and wondered if there had been any of them I could've changed that would have allowed me to come to this same place and.