’ I had been captured, I realized. Their sneaky plan was to come to Burning Man, all the way from Brooklyn, planning on finding guys they could have...fun with. How come it was Thursday and they only had me cornered so far? What was their Pasha game anyway? It took another hour of biking to see the sights and make our way back to the truck for lunch. The midday sun was cooking us. Katarina started a generator on the ground next to the truck while Elena and I went inside to fix sandwiches. In a. " It was my dad," I said unable to call him Mr Henshaw as Mark wanted. "I raninto him at the park and he said I was doing great looking after the son hehates." He doesn't hate you!" Mark said showing some concern."Well, not me now, but he hated who I was, he didn't say it in so many wordsbut I never saw it coming. How can parents hate their kids?"Mark shook his head "They can't, it's impossible but they can hurt them,they can be disappointed in them, it's horrible but true, I have swappedwith a. I said to myself, half of the job is done. Days passed by. One day she said that she is relocating to the USA.My heart just broke that moment. I asked her to celebrate our friendship. “Let us go to some pub tonight.” She could not say no, and we decided to leave at 8 pm. I was waiting in my car for her to arrive. There she came, smoking hot, black little dress, high heels, loose hairs, dark red lipstick, eyeliner, showing her curves.I was seeing her with my eyes wide open. I said, “You can kill. You have made two men so horny and desperate to fuck you that theyre playing with themselves in public. its not just us that need to play though, you need to taste that pussy of yours. looking at the rugged man you slip your hand under your skirt and a finger slowly inside you. still looking at him you run the finger along the straw of your drink and then suck on it strongly. the taste of the vodka and your pussy drives you wild. and at this point ive seen enough.i stride over to you and you.