She instructed me to get up and by then I could. When I was standing she ordered “no rubbing Nina, and back facing the wall. Hands on your head. ... am going to keep that rule.” I stood facing the wall as instructed, still sobbing, my face tear stained. A few moments later Emma was on the phone and I heard her say cool as anything “yes Margaret I gave Nina a good hard thrashing. I thought you should speak to her yourself so she can tell you as well.” Emma came over to me and put the phone. The proprietor's broken English had confused me, but he seemed earnest enough to be genuine. At least, that's what I told myself so I wouldn't feel ripped off.I figured even if it wasn't really a charm that'd give me better luck with women (and what were the chances of that?), it was a very pretty trinket - a worthwhile souvenir of my time in Africa, as well as a reminder to not let myself get hustled like that again. But there were those other things the guy had said...I checked my watch -. "That's what you like," she said. "Don't lie to me, faggot. You like getting fucked." Uh-huh!" I grunted as she put another finger inside my ass, pumping me faster and then adding a third, stretching my dry asshole painfully."Does your pussy hurt, little boy?" she teased me, gathering her saliva and spitting it onto her fingers. "You're so soft and tight inside. So hot ... Mmmm ... No wonder he loves to fuck you."She worked her spit into my butt, making it easier for her to fuck me. She'd pull. So it was with a sad heart that I left the second book store and I started heading home. I didn't get too far before I start getting drowsy and I pulled into a rest area off the highway. I had heard about this rest area before, it was known to have a lot of cruising action but I really wasn't looking for a guy to play with I didn't know what I wanted but I knew as soon as I found it I would know, do you know what I mean?Now I realize most people when sleeping at a rest area on a strange part of.