I'd read about the process, basically heating it up over an open flame, searing the outside, then packing it on a bed of at least an inch of charcoal,...and packing an inch of charcoal on all sides. A couple of thousand pounds of meat was going to require a large storage spot, and it would need a lot of charcoal. I had plenty of room in the supply box to store the jerked meat, but not enough room to pack much of the charcoal preserved meat. I was going to need to dig a storage pit.The next stuff. ‘Oh Phil, it feels sooooo gooooooooood. I love your cock up my arse’, she moaned. I picked up the pace, going into her faster and harder. ‘Oh it feels sooooo diiiirrrrtyyyyy, sooooo gooooooooood. Please don’t stop. Fuck me Phil, fuck me like you would a slut’. I duly obliged and was soon fucking her arse as hard as I fucked her pussy. We were both breathing heavily as I mercilessly fucked her arse, kneeling up now and slapping her arse cheeks, leaving red wheals where my hands made contact.. "Lena walked up with tears in her eyes. I opened my arms and she ran into them. She immediately burst into tears. I tried to comfort and reassure her.Roy's phone rang and he walked away to answer it. He came back and said, "They caught the guys in the pickup. A state trooper pulled them over south of Tijeras. The truck fit the description from the broadcast. They have the two in custody." That's good. Hopefully we can find out why they did it," Sam added.Roy's phone rang again at the same time. It wasn't exactly right, but it bore a speaking resemblance to the reality. Sometimes, Bernice didn't even know why she did as she was told -- but it came down to that; she did as she was told."How bad is it?"Bernice sighed. "I think I've said too much already." I need to know. He's pushing me away!" He ... doesn't know how to tell you." Bernice sat a moment, thinking. "He feels REAL bad. He didn't know what he was getting into. You ... did things for him -- stuff no one else could. Up at the.