I mused that we would need several hooks made to hang the meat on.” They didn’t know what I meant so as I was describing a hook, I had a better id...a. “We will build drying racks. They are like the travois’ but a little different. I drew on the ground a basic tic-tac-toe design, but with a much larger center square. I then drew lines close together ending just past the center square. I then drew lines the other way in a cross hatch pattern. I said we would make these racks and then put them. For the next several hours I watched her work, she was stressed and tired. It was pretty boring but I was just happy she was unharmed, I had to figure out how to get to her. Several days passed with nothing new occurring, she would come in and get straight to work, occasionally they would check on her, I never saw anyone else, on the 5th day of watching her, her guard came in."You know I don't know why we didn't think of this before." He said happily clapping his hands together."Think of what.". When he turned around, I told him that some guy wanted to talk to him over there, as I pointed behind some bushes and around a corner. He unsuspectingly began heading away from the group and in that direction. I followed behind, hoping that he would not notice me. Luckily he did not, and once he walked around behind a set of tall bushes, I jumped on him from behind and forced him flat against the ground. I quickly put my body directly on top of his, so that he could not move. This was not. I position myself, and place my cock in his crack. The skin around his asshole stretches as I press against it. First I let the top slide in. Mike cries out as his ass adjusts to my cock's circumference. "UGH!" he cries. "Greg!" I push in a bit more, and I see his muscles are all tense. I lean closer to him, and push in some more. "GREG!" he shouts, as my chest rests on his, my head near his, and my cock is halfway buried in his ass. I push in a bit more. "How does it feel to be ass fucked.