It isn’t really a difficult job.Hunting in winter is more difficult. The larger herds either move on to places lower down and out of our valley wher... snow rarely falls, or the herds break up into smaller groups of animals and they go off into the forests, or into a number of cul-de-sacs scattered about the foothills and near the valley walls where they can find both shelter and enough food that they can last on for the winter. It means winding our way through the woods and over tree-covered. Maybe this had been a bad idea. She was only a teenager, she was too young to die. What would her parents think? Could the cops trace this back to her ad? The one searching for a large group of men to ravage her body. Her head spun."Alright little miss" the man who threw her on the bed, began to speak. "Im Corey, and I want to let you know that whatever your plan was when you walked into this hotel room, is gone. Your holes belong to us now, and we are going to use them as we see fit. I can. "It's his fantasy, but I don't mind."The operator nodded. "Okay. Let's get started. I'll get the hairpiece."She reappeared with a styrofoam head with a black wig cut and shaped intoa long pageboy just like hers. She held it up for my wife's approval. Thenshe looked at me and shook her head. "This really is his fantasy?"My wife sighed. She turned to me. "Pull down your underwear and show her."I blanched but did what she ordered. I pulled down my panties and showedher my restraining device. Of. I didn’t…” “Hey, it’s okay. It feels good, and besides, look at what it’s doing to Tom’s cock!” With that, Diane smiled and leaned forward, pressing her breasts into my hot wife’s face, moving them until her nipple was firmly on Patricia’s lips. My bride then began to suck Diane’s right nipple, gently at first, until the milk began to flow. She then greedily drank from the engorged tit. “Honey, you have got to try Diane’s milk. It’s delicious!” Patricia offered, a small dribble of.