she shrugged, making no babe attempt to cover herself.Go on baby, don’t be shy now, I want you to suck it till you get your reward...Smiled Ginny.But we would see.Once in the bedroom I instructed Ellen to lay on the bed with her amateur model head at the bottom.Now..His wife facial was currently reveling in lesbian delights with my oldest teen daughter.Wait a sec.I feel her wetness begin to moisten my thigh.She shrugged and continued.Well, you'll see Marilyn, you'll see. The Officer was there, Black, in his clean Khaki uniform. This is Mr Stephens, Mr Stephens meet an imperialist pig, The officer introduced them. Prepare the Pig Mr Stephens, if you please The deathly white amateur face came towards her, In his soiled medical whites, he began tying tourniquets around her legs above the knee and around her wrists.She just stared.They cut her wrists free, and her ankles then the machete flashed, her left hand stung, she watched fascinated as her fingers flopped sideways severed at he knuckle, then the other model hand the same, all four fingers severed at the knuckle, she passed out. teen Do your thing, Mr Stephens, nice neat stitches like a schoolgirl now please. Stephens resisted the urge to vomit and gathering his bag of filthy rusting surgical instruments he set to work on the rough table top, the splintering of bone was minimal so he was able to make a reasonably neat job, not the sort the Cecil Rhodes Memorial Hospital where he trained would have considered good but this was in Mugabe's wonderland.Stephens stood aside. Sorry Sir, It's the babe best I can do, the light is poor. Come, come Mr Stephens, you cannot expect to achieve perfection on animals, The Officer reassured him.Susan half regained consciousness. strong arms were carrying her, they carried her outside, laid her in the dirt and placed a block of wood under her lower leg, just below the knee, the sea of happy black faces, some she had handed food aid to in the weeks gone by, or did they all look the same, they bound her thighs, and placed a wooded baulk over them sloping down to the ground, then as she watched they brought the truck, American, Tank transporter with the tank aboard, she saw them expertly align it with the wooden baulk, the pain was beyond anything, but adrenalin kept her awake, alive to the horror, gentle but firm black hands, black on top, pink beneath held her down. knees held her head, one at each ear.Crunch, she heard her legs splintering, heard, the pain did not register, her mind rejecting as spurious any sensation that powerful, yet as the wheel ran up the timber suddenly the timber collapsed to the ground as her knees broke, the lower facial legs forced forwards till the sockets failed, flopping up then sideways, limp and disconnected, pushed forward through ninety degrees where usually they will only straighten.She screamed silently.The truck stopped, willing black hands removed the baulks and gentle black hands carried her to the blood soaked table. The cut Mr Stephens, show us where. the officer instructed.Stephens vomited in he corner and came to the table, flies rushed to enjoy the feast of half digested food,Stephens pointed, Give me some skin to work with, The Machete flashed and the foot fell to the floor dragging the shattered bones from the knee joint with it.She remained blissfully unconscious as the Machete flashed again and the second foot joined the first.