She and I mostly worked in an office environment and Keith and his crew were out in the field on the rigs. So, really, Sandrine and I got to control t...e narrative. Opinion was divided along gender lines. The rumor was so incredibly outlandish. The men around the office either believed every word, or desperately wanted to believe. The women mostly thought the whole thing some crock of shit: the mouth-to-mouth concoction of overactive male imaginations and egos. I told Sandrine that she should. She had a figure that any man could die for. I again kissed her with one hand squeezing her ass and the other one feeling her boobs.Slowly I managed to remove her bra and let her melons lose. That was the first time and I believe that you know how it feels. I pushed her to the wall and started to eat her tits off. While I sucked on her right tit my hand was busy on her left. “oooh!….Aaah!….Sssss…Mmmm!!” she kept on moaning heavily.Next, I threw her onto the bed. I kissed her thighs and started. Jessica was still in a state of shock at having seen that, but she knew that they did do that when they were out of meat, had she stayed inside any longer she would now be standing next to the now new meat-girl in a similar condition. Jessica was still sitting in her car outside of Hills Fine Meats butcher shop as the man came out with his newly converted meat-girl struggling to get away from her owner, Jessica watched as the man forced her into the back of his car that Jessica could see was. Before I knew it he had me in a toga, ready to take a series of pictures as if I were Cleopatra herself. “Something is missing…”, he said thoughtfully. “What?’, I couldn’t imagine what it was. "I think we need some slaves for our Queen”, he answered as he left the room. He left too fast, I didn’t get a chance to ask him what he meant, but I soon found out. Dean came back into the room followed by two black men. “Here we go, they’ll pose with you a bit”, he made it sound like I had.