I have to look after the live animals – the four leg as well as the two leg variety. It is the latter category that makes me love my work – and al...o makes me rich. They call me the Afrikaner. I have connections to kinds of people normal folk dont even know exists. I trade in soft, firms, juicy flesh. Who wouldnt love doing that? I fucking hate women. All of them. This makes me love my work even more. Women are dumb animals – some fucker domesticated the cunts and now we are sitting with the. I take it you didn't getmuch sleep last night." She nodded, clearly confusedand frightened. The cameraman got a good close-up ofher frightened face; the general would like that. "Now, just relax as best you can. I'll even give youan anesthetic, so it won't hurt too badly. Be a bravegirl." First, he shaved off what little pubic hair shehad and washed her genital area with antiseptic soap. Then he inserted a vaginal speculum and forced thejaws apart, so her girlish vagina was gaping open,. His mother looked inside, not surprised to see him up this early, sitting in his bed, and as far as she could see, playing the same racing game that she and his dad had bought for him on his eleventh birthday a while ago. He looked so into his game, she didn't want to disturb him, and decided to give him a minute or two to finish. Instead she took a moment to look around in his room. The floor was actually visible now after she'd told him three times yesterday that he was to pick up every piece. It felt really crowded over there. Even though, on the other hand, the girls were plentiful and beautiful. I had my share of adventures at the dormitories, but I'll save that for another story.Anyway, after my first year, I was looking for a different kind of accomodation. Luckily, thanks to a friend of mine, I managed to get together with three other students (two girls and one guy) and we rented a flat. There were two bedrooms and a living room, where we'd often hang out and where we'd become.