?Well he has a lovely piece of meat between his legs so why not call him Meat?? This name was met with nods of approval from the others.?Very well.? S...id Marc. ?Meat it will be!?I personally thought the name was horrible but I was the prey so what could I say?Marc then began to outline what was going to happen. He told me that they would all assemble in his grounds at the back of the house at the crack of dawn this coming Saturday morning. I was to be given a twenty minute head start. My task. To do exactly what he is telling me to do... He is telling me, not asking me. This makes me yearn for him. It makes my pussy ache with a deep lust for a man I don’t even know. I'm going crazy! I stuff the letter in my purse, along with the other one. I try to do the rest of my daily work as my mind spins with everything that is happening. Once my break comes at mid afternoon, I grab my purse to go get a coffee. I need a pick-me-up. I am debating on if I am going to follow through with what “X”. " Where's Binta?" She'll be along soon," Ana said. She indicated the bed. "Sit there. I'll sit on the chair, if you don't mind." She hated the memories connected with the bed. It was with some reluctance that she'd agreed to return to the room after her working day. It was normally somewhere she was happy to leave and the bed for all its apparent luxury was more like a soft-matressed torture rack than somewhere to sleep."This is a real neat room!" said Azhnia approvingly. "It's real big. Bigger. He was taking down Mr. Martin’s information by the time the two left the parking lot. There were plenty of witnesses to the event and the manager duly noted everyone’s contact information. Mr. Martin knew he was wide open to a lawsuit. He could even go to jail for assault and battery.One of the side effects of Benny’s unusual nature was that he was actually extremely good in an emergency. He didn’t panic or get flustered. He remained calm, and drove to the hospital without any excitement. He.