"I won't go to any ice rank," I snarled. "Forget it."Eve rolled her eyes."Of course, you are going," she said. "You are going and we'll tell youwhole ...story. You must be." Yeah? You took my life away and now are you taking my free will?" Geez. Are you on your period or what?" I blushed when I heard that. Herface hardened. "You. Will. Go. It's a patrol meeting and I'm your patrolleader." What the hell?" You heard me. You are member of my patrol, so you have to be on meeting.It's an order." You. Bottles were raised, kisses thrown, comments made. Men suggested what they were thinking, using crotch-grabbing with an evil grin on their face to say it. Some gave circular tongue signals. Catcalls and laughter filled the air with a typical male mix of lewd compliments and put-downs. As I took all this in, one of the biggest doo-rag-wearing men rose from a long table of his similar looking pals. He walked right up to us. He wore the outfit of a dangerous biker, adorned with all the insignia. "We may need the fur though. Someone will skin it and give us the fur if we let them have the meat," Caysha said, and so we just left it where it fell.When we got to the camp Saytha did the talking to a few hunters and three of them decided that they would split the meat between them. Of course they weren't going to skin it and cut it up, their mates would get that job. I didn't give a shit who did it. After the deal was done they gathered their mates and children and headed to the spot Saytha. After creating a stir in the bar and leaving with the 3 guys, the taxi ride back to their hotel was an eventful trip of groping wanking and finger fucking. All the way on the way to the room the guys fondled her tits and arse. One of the guys had an idea and knocked on all the doors from the lift, apparently the company they worked for had taken all the rooms on this floor for the middle and lower management attending a conference, and asked if anybody wanted to fuck an ozzie slut. Well I guess.