"There were about 12-15 of them of various ages, some indigenous, some surprisingly young and a couple that were hard to gauge. I would say 70 years o...d."White cunt hey?" one of the indigenous men said. "aint never had that before. How old?" 38" I replied."Fuck a young one!" he replied. "I'm into that." And made his way to the van.I slid opened the side door and he slowly climbed in. "Got lights?" he asked. "I wanna see this young pussy. Taste it." He said with a broad smile.I turned on the. He used both hands to pull her head up and down at first (‘Awww, throatfucking slut, you love this, don’t you?’) and then pressed her nostrils together again. She knew roughly what to expect this time around but that didn’t make it feel any better. The panic was back, the fear was back too. The humiliation never really left. The sounds of a man getting enormous pleasure from violating and humiliating her in front of his friend made her hate herself. “You fucking cunt!!! You fucking, dirty. This one had a wicked point on the end. "This is a standard shot. I've seen what it can do." He waved at a twelve-inch post that was one of those running through the building. "If I were to shoot at a post like that, the odds are fair it would cut it in two. Fire it at a man's stomach in this room and you'll blow his guts out his back." He held up both his hands clinched together. "A hole this size in his back."Noia blinked. "These are deadly."Solon smiled. "That is the good news about these.. “Oh a long time.” I said. “A long time? You won’t be done with them by next weekend? he asked. “No, I know not to get runs like Mom. I had a pair of her cinnamon stockings for a long time.” I said. “Oh… what? You have already taken a pair of your mother’s stockings?” I replied “yes, they were cinnamon stockings with runs and I wore them for a long time.” “So you fished those out of the trash? Michael!” Dad began shaking his head while half laughing.Dad said “I don’t care if you want to play.