Every month 1000 numbers would be called the lucky girls would then either be picked up at their home by a Meat Collector from their neighborhood proc...ssing plant, or report directly to their neighborhood processing plant on their own.Girls could volunteer their meat to the NFC or wait until their number was called. Girls who passed the age of 30 were no longer called so there was a chance that your number would never come up. Those who volunteered their meat to the NFC could choose everything. They wanted to see what she had learned from her homework practice with her brother. So Vicky dutifully got to her knees and showed her improved technique with four minutes cock-sucking for each of the guys. The lads all pretended that her technique, while improved, needed a more exotic and erotic aspect."You want to be able to appeal to and please all sort of guys, you know."Vicky saw the logic in that and asked what she could do to improve her cock sucking. The boys only had a few minutes. “Disgusted? Not hardly. I feel, I don’t know,” I searched for the right words. “Admiration? Wonder? Hell, I knew you were sexy, and naughty, but I never dreamed -”“You’re not angry?”“Did you expect me to be?”“I was a little afraid,” she said, rising up on one elbow. She looked so sexy that way, relaxed, her tits hanging slightly from her chest. Smelling of sex. God, she was gorgeous. “I thought you might be angry that was so, you know, so dirty.” She paused. “So slutty.” “How could I be angry?. I was sitting there looking at the nine men and seven women — there used to be thirteen men, but that comes later in the story — and I wondered if the men were like me and the women like my wife. What secrets were there that I couldn't see? Were the men as clueless as I had been? Were the five married women cheating on their husbands? Were the two single women spreading for some other woman's husband? What brought out that curiosity? That's the story.Diane and I met during our last year in.