We hire you to watch our girls and keep them safe until we are ready to take them to the next chapter of their lives. Get it?You, they would say, whil... looking directly into my eyes, will do as we say or else we might turn you into something you wouldn’t want to be, like a cold steel dildo.I would say, you threatening me? Well, fuck you, you all.Of course, they would disregard me. They wouldn’t even be listening to me by then. They would be taking the girls, rounding them up and loading them up. Then it was up to her on what she wanted and who she wanted where. She sometimes liked her nipples sucked, but it wasn’t a regular thing. Mostly she liked kisses on her neck and she liked us going for her cunt. By the way she ALWAYS used the word cunt, I think she liked being very naughty even in her language. The boys had pricks or cocks. She liked us to rub our hands on her mound and combing our fingers through her pubic hair. Once she was warmed up then she’d have us take our underwear off. While he had a number of male acquaintances, with whom he interacted reasonably well, none had ever blossomed into a close friendship, possibly because try as he might he could never find much that interested him in men. But women had always fascinated him, and he had grown to exalt and revere them. It was as if, to him, they all understood some mystery which he did not, and to which he would never be privy. Because of this failure he felt he could never be of any use to them, and none. It would be a hell of a lot easier if we didn't have to worry about something coming up for a free sample while the meat dried.We hadn't finished fucking with the venison by twenty minutes when some asshole came sniffing around looking for Clocho. Apparently he wasn't looking toward the cave or didn't know where it was or something, because he never paid us any mind at all. He spotted Clocho and went to him, giving him a good checking and then he started looking around."I hope you liked him.