Again, we started up our fantasies of her having sex with other guys. Sometimes she would come home after going to a club, and tell me that she spent ...ost of the time there dancing with some guy. We would then make love, as if I was the guy. That led to her eventually coming home with love bites on her neck. I must say, this really excited me. While making love I would say how much I'd love to watch her make love while hiding in a closet, and then licking her clean after her boyfriend left.. . my... " stammered Helen."Yes, that's what we want," said Kate, "Just do it!"Helen did as she was told, but still was puzzled as to what was going on."Now, start again, and do the whole routine, now!" snapped Kate.Helen hastened to comply, and at the third attempt she was able to do it to Kate's satisfaction."Put your overalls on and sit down," said Kate, "Look, honey, we get about one woman for every six men here, and not a tenth of those women are as pretty as you. You need to convince the. Why should we trust them now?"I heard a murmur of agreement and focused upon our flagger. He was about thirty feet away. He was dressed in a skin breech clout and nothing else. The short, thin stick with his ragged flag was roughly cut and not sharpened on either end. He was not bearded and I didn't think he shaved like I still did. His black hair was shaggy and haphazardly cut with a hacking look to it. His features were faintly Indian looking which made me think that he was a true native of. ” “Do you go back there to get off all the time?” “About once a day,” he said. “I’ve had a bit of a dry spell.” “Can’t you do it at home?” “I do.” “Insatiable much?” “Very much.” I glanced at him then back forward. “I don’t get it. You’re really good-looking.” I saw him smile – a real smile this time. “Thank you.” “So, why don’t you just find someone to fuck?” “I work long hours and I don’t really feel like it. The divorce pretty much did me in. It’ll be a while before I go looking again.” “Not.