" I gestured at the dance floor. "So, I like to keep him happy, and I did, and now—"Softly, Jenna said, "I bet you keep him happy. Bet he makes you ...appy too, but..." She paused then, that nasty little smile reappearing. "I think sometimes you guys need a little more to make you happy." Jenna, I have to say I don't like how you're speaking to me." Yes, you do. But I get it. You have to put on the show." What?" I asked incredulously. If I didn't know her age for a fact, I would swear this wasn't. I had to pick up a friend.’ He frowned. ‘Who?’ She sighed. Rachel really didn’t want to lie to him, but he wouldn’t be happy if he found out she’d bailed Hunter out. ‘A friend.’ He looked at her now, studying her face. ‘Fine. I guess you don’t want me to know-‘ ‘Hunter, okay? It was Hunter.’ His face darkened. ‘Why the hell did you need to pick him up?’ ‘I just-he was drunk. He needed someone to give him a ride home, so rather than let him drive drunk, I just . . . gave him a ride.’ ‘He. She continued to play with "Karen's" balls while she began lickingthe front of the massive cock trying to squeeze her tongue in betweenthe cock slit to get her salty reward early. Then she stared at theregular sized dildo that hung from the wall. With one hand she graspedit tight, pulling it lose and without "Karen" noticing she held it closeto "Karen"'s anus. With a quick thrust on two ends Karen pincered"herself" with the dildo being slammed inside "Karen" and her lipsquickly wrapping. For all I knew the 'gifts' were fully automated, and simply waited on me achieving certain goals toward long term survival. The horses would make my life easier, but didn't contribute directly to our survival. On the earlier gifts, the same rule seemed to hold true as well. Hell, even Julie didn't contribute directly to my survival, though she and all the other gifts contributed to the quality of life tremendously.Once the horses were watered and fed, the men and I journeyed back to the main.