I got out of the truck with my pistol on my hip and was watched from a distance. I pulled up and one of my watchers started running toward the truck.I...pulled my pistol and said loudly, “Stop or I’ll shoot.” The man stopped. “You are trespassing on private property. The edge of the highway right-of-way is clearly marked and you are beyond it. Raise your hands and back up or I will shoot to protect my body and my possessions.” He didn’t like the sound of that. Obviously, word of his injured. She pointed across the garage. “I’m Buck. Nice to meet you. Did we do something wrong? Did we have the music to loud?” I said. She smiled. “No! No! You did nothing wrong.” she said. “That’s good.” I said. My eyes were fixed on her bodacious curves. “Normally I ask my husband for help. But he is away on business. He is in Africa looking for gold.” She said. “What do you need help with?” I said. “My computer won’t turn on. It was running really slow. Then this morning. It just. I could not do it. She smiled and took the dick in her hand and guided it inside. Within no time, I was all inside her.I embraced her tightly. I kissed her on her mouth. Resting body one hand, I crushed her boobs one by one. We were in frenzy now. Her legs were further getting apart and she pushed them upwards. I was now giving her hard, ruthless strokes, playing with her body. After humping her for quite some time, I said, ‘Bhabima, I am ready to shoot.’ She said, ‘Good. Increase your speed’.. These men are using me for their sexual pleasure, it's just like rape isn't it? (I asked myself) I know, I am going nuts; one minute I love them, the next I can't stand them. Then I thought, no, it's my own vagina betraying me, taking over my body with its own sick sexual desires. GOD, I hated my own vagina right now. What I really hated was, when they all left my room, I still desired more climaxes. I kept asking myself, what had these men done to me? Why did I desire more sexual pleasure?I.