My mother's husband was a very strict domineering person.as a brickmason, he had formed a partnership with another brickmason and started a constructi...n company. during this time, he began construction on our home. it was in a valley and the closest neighbor was at least 2 miles away. one saturday we began working. he, his partner and i. it was a hot summer day and everyone was in the least amount of clothing they could get away with. that was when i found my attraction to big, thick, hairy. But, I will tell you this: We won't kill you. We won't permanently mark that pretty body of yours. We won't leave you naked in public places, to be discovered by others, including the police. We won't tell people you know, that you have become a sex slave to other men. Whether we let you continue college, and a semblance of a normal life, will depend on how cooperative you are, and what mood we are in." Then Mark said, "If you piss us off, we will sell you to an Arab slave dealer we know. And. I had no idea what had gotten into Nat lately. He was more tense the past few weeks and almost seemed to be waiting for something. It put my nerves on edge. This whole scene with Mark, for example, was confusing. It almost seemed as if Nat was jealous of Mark. Why that would be was beyond me.I sighed again and decided that I wasn't meant to understand some things, such as the male mind. It also wasn't doing any good staying angry with Nat. He didn't mean to be overprotective and, for the most. Four of them have their cocks out of their pants and wank furiously; all six of them stare between your legs at your most intimate places; all six of them have that hungry look in their eyes, the look that you have seen so often on other men; the look that says clearly what is going on in their heads: I want you, now, right now. I want you, and I need you, I’ve got to have you! You love seeing that look. That look is the reason for you to wear low cut tops, or short skirts. The reason you go.