She handed me back my phone, and that is when I saw what she put on it. It was her picture in a sexy pose that left a little to the imagination. I fou...d something else, it was a recording of my conversation with my mom. I played it, and Maggs face started to get this look that said if mom was in front of her…… mom would be dead. Maggs looked at me and hugged me. “I am sorry Damian, I didn’t completely believe you when you told me about this.” I fought the tears that weld up and fought to keep. Bill had told them that they could use her as true fuckmeat, and fuck her as hard as they wanted, and, of course, not use a condom. Condoms were rare in the late sixties and early seventies. STD on or around a college campus was rare, with the big viruses non-existent! So? The major reason for a condom was birth control, and the pill had just taken care of that concern in our society.When the heavy fucking started, my wife was breathing wild, squeaking, and laughing. She always laughed and. “ ... the cream of the village youth, who you see sitting before you, participated in a day-long trial to decide who that apprentice should be.”I could see many of the audience bore surprised expressions at the sight of me being on the stage.Patra Albertin continued, “I will now let Matra Glandira explain the nature of the trial and announce the results.” He ceded his place at the front of the stage to Matra Glandira.“Each of the four triallists was allocated a direction at random,” said Matra. After walking for ten minutes, I turned right and saw the beautiful, tiny village. It did not have huts with thatched roofs as portrayed in movies but attractive buildings and plenty of trees in all the houses. Sushmaji’s house was third on the left.I opened the gate and entered. A tall, fair lady with queenly erect posture was supervising a gardener. She was wearing a flimsy rose coloured nighty. Her high, perky tits with brownish nipples and large areola were clearly visible. Flat stomach.