To show me some of his critters.

“Come over here,” Donald said as he guided me towards a couple of tanks. “These are my meat ants. Now if you like. I’ve got a slug in that container just there.”

Mark laughed, “Don’t,” I said.

Donald looked at them both, “When we were camping once, Kimmie got face fucked with a mouth full of slug,” Mark explained.

Sharna and Donald just looked at them for several moments. “Ok then,” Donald said. “So if you drop that slug into the tank, you can watch them rip it to pieces. They’ll be doing the same to you.”

I shuddered as I tipped the small container with the slug over, and it fell into the tank. The ants were on it in no time. It wriggled as the ants swarmed it, tearing little bits of flesh off. As they did, Donald stepped around behind me and reached around to squeeze my breasts and play with my nipples. I moaned as she watched the ants devour the slug and Donald played with my nipples.

When they were done, Donald led me over to another tank, “And these are my bull ant’s.” Again, I dropped a slug from a small container into the tank to watch the ants swarm over it.

“They are huge,” I said.

Donald smiled, “So, venomous ones? Or non-venomous ones?”

I looked towards Mark, who was busy kissing and groping Sharna, “Definitely the venomous ones.”

Sharna pulled back from Mark and said, “I give her one minute if Donald holds her there.”

Mark smiled, “I give her five if he doesn’t. So what do you want to bet?”

Sharna smiled, “If she lasts five, you are going to need some relief from someone else for a couple of days while she recovers. So, if you win, I will help you out the rest of the weekend, as much as you like.”

Donald smiled and brought me over to a strange looking container. It had a couple of holes cut into it, and I realised this was where it would happen. I would push my breasts through the holes like the glory hole last night, and the ants would be deposited into the other side. “You get comfortable,” Donald said. “Now, these ants are actually quite passive unless threatened. Hikers step on a nest and regret it, but otherwise, they don’t tend to attack. So.” He picked up a little spray bottle. “I have this; lemon juice makes them think something is attacking, and they become very aggressive.

He put a container into the tank and dropped a slug into the middle of it. The ants, as before, swarmed the slug, climbing up the rough sides of the small container to fall in. Inside, the container was slick and smooth, so they couldn’t get out once they fell in. His little container also had a handle, so he could pick it up without risking getting bitten.

After a few moments, there was a seething mass of ants, and Donald lifted the container and brought it over to me. “When you are heady, I will tip these in, then spray them. They will start to attack you almost immediately. And it will hurt. Have you been stung by a bee?” I nodded, not trusting my voice, “Right, each one hurts way more than a bee, and you will be swarmed by a hundred or so. Sure you are ready?”