She moved me round so that I was fully on the bed, and I felt her attach leather cuffs to my ankles, pulling my legs wide apart to do so. Then my hand... were above my head and those cuffs were also attached to the bed, so I was firmly fixed in a ‘star’ position.Suddenly I heard a round of applause and Sandy said, “Sorry Chris, I forgot to mention, today is our Nympho Shagging Meeting, and as you can hear, a number of my girlfriends are here for what we call a Fresh Meat Day. I hope you haven’t. My knees were in the air and I had my hand between my legs fingering my opening, thinking about what had happened. Earlier that night I had fucked another man, and enjoyed it, even if it was by mistake. Then about ten minutes ago I had just finished the longest fuck of my life and the longest steady stream of orgasms I could ever imagine, yet experience, and it was my dog that gave them to me. I felt the fluids around my opening, the semen still dripping out. I hated myself right then, hated. The music industry was much different then, much more creative, and much more profitable. People actually purchased product you could hold in your hand, not in a file on your phone or computer. But that is neither here nor there.The son of the man who owned this massive distributorship, who took over the reins eventually, called a few of us former “executives” of his for a little lunch and get-together to reminisce and catch up. When the four of us got there, Barry, the son who called us had. For the past few years, Jomo had his son work in the garden with him, teaching him the basic skills about how to run a successful farm. They would work side-by-side with Jomo explaining what they were doing, and why it was necessary. Rudo knew what to do, but only under the watchful eye of his father.When Rudo turned ten, Jomo would give him a small plot of land to farm. This was the next step in preparing Rudo for becoming a man. It would be a small garden, but he would be entirely responsible.