Your straight hair is looking beautiful. The lounge is pretty slow and we have a secluded corner booth all to ourselves. After a couple of cocktails...and getting to know each other you convey to me that you like your sex a little rough. I ask you if you could put that on the rough scale and you laugh out and 8.2. I tell you I am kinda into that myself coming in at a good 8.5 on the rough scale. We continue to laugh and have another cocktail and I ask if you would like to have cocktails on. “I think my meaning is fairly clear,” she mocked. "You pretty much have to do whatever I ask, don’t you now. That is assuming you want to avoid the embarrassment of having to go back to your campsite and share the sordid little details of what you were up to in here, wouldn't you?" Once again my voice faltered, "Yes, Mame, please, please, anything," I pleaded. At that particular moment I would have indeed done almost anything to get out of what would most surely prove to be the most. I am sure they are written all over my face and I can feel that tight knot in my stomach building, so when you move off towards your friends I breathe a sigh of relief and relax back against the natural bank of sand around this log closing my eyes for a bit.It was not long enough. I tense as you drop to your knees beside me handing me a icy cold can, I think that it is heaven as I drink, but soon I am watching your lips on your can and the line of your throat as you drink, contemplating what it. He was standing naked just inside the door with his weapon standing to attention in front of him and it was clearly throbbing as he moved towards her.He had in his hands a sharp object and as he got close to her he put his hand out and felt her thighs, “ no if you had complied the other night you would not be in this position, in the end your still going to be fucked, only on my terms, and you could have avoided whats to cum later. With that he took the sharp object and slide it close to her.