In your lack of capacity to handle the use they are subjecting you to.In their brutality the men who are using you know what they are doing. They aren...��t just mindlessly getting so carried away that you cannot control yourself as they assault your throat. Rather they consciously reducing an excellent cock-sucker, a beautiful sexy creature who knows what she’s doing with your body to a drawling, dirty mess being passed around.The man empties down your throat and you are forced to swallow. His. It’s not the hair though, it’s the eyes. Women go on about eyes all the time. They’re either dark and brooding, or intense, or piercing, but you couldn’t describe his like that. I find even now that I still think about his face when he smiles all the time, but it’s his eyes that draw me in. Even back then, he would say something, I would turn to look at him, then have a vague idea that he’d stopped talking some time later and was expecting some response from me. He would be back between twelve. We put on the kettle to have a pot of tea and a sandwich before deciding what to do for the afternoon. There is no sign of the other people who are camping nearby, however their 4WD is parked next to their tent and it looks like it is all secured. They are probably away having a walk or on the beach which is about a 500 metres away.After lunch we decide to take a stroll down to the beach, have a swim and lay in the sun for a while, then perhaps walk along the beach to the headland. I grab two. I love empanadillas. The ladies gym had three blonde ladies racing each other on stationary bikes and a Hispanic and a black woman doing martial arts behind them. Another tall blonde and a short redhead were doing floor exercises. None looked like they needed a gym. The seafood restaurant across the street from them had no place to sit so I went on. At the end of the block I saw an Italian restaurant that was still open. As I walked past I saw a seat at a table for two that had just one chair,.