A lot. Not in a condescending ‘I love my own voice’ sort of way. He was interested in people. He wanted to know all their joys and all their woes....An admirable trait, all things considered. But a trait I, personally, didn’t find worth admiring.He was also too trusting and far too naïve for my tastes. An Achilles’ heel in this new order, if there ever was one. His trusting nature extended to everyone, with no regard for the nature of the person in question. He wasn’t plain stupid though, as. When his lips brushed hers she felt a tremor slightly surge through her. He pressed his lips harder on hers and she opened her mouth when his tongue traced across her lips. Slowly Joy moved her tongue to meet his probing tongue. Their tongues touched, the slight movements of their tongues exploring each others mouth. Joy could not help herself and moaned as he pressed further in her mouth. She felt his hand glide down her spine sending little shocks up her back as he slowly went down. Joy. The second year was not much better, but this year they had expanded to almost forty nubile females and close to two hundred hunters all enthusiastically waiting for their chance to bag a naked running cunt with high powered scoped rifle.In the nights leading up to the start of the hunt, the registered hunters were allowed to use any girl they wanted so they could get a taste of their prey. Most of the females were so messed up with fear and shock that they just submitted without making a fuss. I instinctively pulled it down but it did nothing as it just bounced back up and hung loosely on me. We started walking and I was already excited. I had never really worn something so short before. Plus I wasn't wearing shorts under the singlet. I was literally in my bra and thong and this loose, thin, semi-transparent singlet that only barely covered my pussy.We walked a few minutes and found a large rock which jutted out like a cliff. It was an amazing view. James veered of to the side.