" Jennifer said over her shoulder as she led the parade. "There's no way I can wear that same suit I was wearing the other day ... it's not big enough...and the top keeps slipping off."At her announcement, there was a collective, but almost inaudible, groan that came from the three behind her. Making no mention of the tanning-only suit, Jennifer continued, "My other suit is broken so I'm going to have to wear just what I'm wearing ... You don't mind, do you?"The guys were thinking something like,. But have you noticed with many of the jobs they do I tell them what I want done and then leave them to do it. When we skin and cut up meat I follow their directions because they know how to do the task better than I do. Now, filleting a fish, there I can show you a thing or two. Have you ever noticed I pay attention when the men with me get concerned about where we go hunting? I figure they know something I don’t, and I take that into account. No, you lead this camp because it’s what you know,. " There weregasps again from the spectators. "You don't haveone, so I'll cut your cunt."With one hand, he pulled her inner lips toward him,stretching them. Then he slipped the blade of hisknife between them and cut toward her navel, as ifopening an envelope or gutting a fish. Sarascreamed and fainted, a vasovagal response to stresswhich deprived her brain of blood.The guard, Big Dick, looked at her bloody cunt andclosed eyes, afraid that he might have killed her orsomething. He left in a. ..Sitting on the end of my bed, I trembled, knowing what was coming next. I dreaded hearing those footsteps coming down the hall, and soon enough they did. Rone opened the door carefully, eyeing me as he entered. “How do you feel?”, he asked softly. Gulping, I answered,“Okay, I guess. I think I threw up whatever was bugging me.” Rone nodded. His head titled to one side as he watched me. I couldn’t resist meeting his eyes. Those cold, ultramarine eyes that held me still. Sighing, he asked,“Tell.