Mike got up and followed her. Once there he began helping her clear off the table.“So Mike, I’ll wash and you dry, how’s that sound?”“It’s...up to you, but it might be better if I washed and you dried. You know where everything goes so you could put them away as we go.”“Good point, I thought most guys would rather dry though.”“Washing never bothered me, gets the dirt from under my fingernails, kind of multi-tasking.”Connie laughed slightly, then picked up a dishtowel. “Well start washing then,. John was going to turn her into a piece of meat. I stood a little closer so I could watch the proceedings better.Two sturdy poles were planted into the dry African soil, a few meters apart. Spanning the length between these poles another one has been fastened. It was higher than a man's reach and had a pulley-system attached. There were hooks fastened to this crossbeam - large, shiny, sharp hooks and I wondered if she knew what they were for. This was the butchery. This was where the hunters'. I heard her high heels referred to as "Fuck Me Pumps",but I was too young to know what that meant.Since my mother worked and hung out at the bar most every night, I was alatchkey k**. I didn't have a lot of friends at school. Well, nonereally. I would satisfy myself by watching tv or doing homework in myroom. She would often come home after I had gone to bed, and I was oftenawoken by the sounds coming from her room. Several times in the mornings,I caught her coming out of her room with. “wait” she muttered from the floor “don’t leave”. Jesus, she is gagging for it! How wrong could they be. They came back and stood in front of her, within seconds she had their jeans down and was wanking two cocks in front of her. She alternated between sucking and wanking and their knees almost buckled with pleasure. She turned and went back to the pile of boxes where she laid back and opened her legs, “well?” she drawled “whose first?”. They clambered over the boxes and took turns to fuck.