I looked at the flames and thought when suddenly Zafra and Enzi sat down on either side of me. I stopped as the men approached, all smiling at me. The brother’s cocks roared in and out of my holes as I tried to keep up rolling my hips. “What are you doing in a bar, young lady,” another asked me. I sat on my cot and began sobbing uncontrollably. “Oh God, what’s happening to me,” I cried out before Zafra’s mouth covered my lips. I followed them through the bush for almost an hour; they finally stopped and let me catch up. I began collecting tips from the men, two dollars here, five dollars there. I didn’t wake up until the following day, having a rough night reliving the thoughts of the train I just pulled and my time with the Kabye. “How old are you, cupcake,” I was asked. The restaurant was empty, but when I looked into the bar, I saw it was hopping. We fucked all night long, the brothers carrying me to my tent as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon. The same man pointed at the barn; I looked at them wearily, a group of twelve men of varying ages. But when we began fucking for the entire hour, things got better.
