We had entered into a thicket of bushes and trees that stretched down to a small stream. Charlie made the first move, coming up behind me and slipping...his hand into my shorts squeezing my buttocks. Bruce turned around, as he heard me gasp, and smiled as Charlie worked my shorts down. I reached for my waist band, Bruce knocked my hands away and said 'bitch you know what we want and we know what you are gonna get'. Charlie continued to work my shorts down and lift one feet at a time to remove. Namely, after cutting its handle to the right length and trimming its bristles so that their ends form a sharp ridge, you are going to introduce that prickly ridge into the tender cleft between your labia and stand with the broom suspended between your crotch and the floor. You have taken care to cut the handle so that you will have to either stand on your toes or allow the bristles to dig into the folds of exquisitely sensitive flesh that nature has designed for an entirely different sort of. He learnt from him that the slavers had not troubled the area for years since the battle at the river. David put that down to the increased naval presence along the coast due to the war.They left the next day moving back towards the Crater.They had ignored game that they passed until they got closer to the crater; not wishing the meat to spoil if it was carried for more than a day in the hot African sun.N’debi spotted the small herd of Eland near the hills leading to the Crater. David. My husband was picking up beer bottles and cleaning up. I got out of the shower, wrapped my silk robe around me, and went to relieve my husband so he could shower. I stopped what I was doing when I heard a light knock on the door. I opened the door to Becky standing there, telling me she had forgotten her jacket. She followed me into the spare bedroom where all the jackets and purses had been stored. Becky’s jacket had slid off the far side of the bed onto the floor. I bent over to pick it up.