This meant the door to the department store was near and the panty racks were just a dozen steps past the perfume and make-up display. I walked right ...between the two make-up stations and two young women were setting on stools while a store employee showed them make-up and demonstrated how to apply it. They ignored me as I did them. Well not completely, one woman, probably 25 years old was facing me on her stool and she uncrossed her legs and I saw a flash of blue, it was her panties and my. M. in the town of, Abbeville. In the middle of town, stands a huge white building with twirled pillars, and woodcraft that is pleasant to the eye. The bar was just a few short walks from the town's courthouse. Jean Leon was the owner of the establishment. He arrived in Abbeville just a few short months ago setting up his bar to make money, and found Abbeville very rewarding. He hired a few ladies that lived nearby, most were single. Work was hard for woman to find in Abbeville and Jean kept his. He was introduced to me as Stu. The other man was a little younger, shorter and light brown complexion. He had a small mustache and was extraordinarily handsome. His name was Mike. I knew I would melt in his arms.So I was looking forward to the afternoon’s sexual romp with much enthusiasm.After the men had eaten and the small talk had finished the boat cast off and we off we went.It was only a short trip and we anchored in a secluded spot. I wondered how many women had been brought here.I had. Or maybe not" He let go of my penis and walked over to his tool box, after a few seconds he seemed to have found what he was looking for. "Maybe this will get you started", that's when I saw that he had a large screwdriver in his hand. He spat on the handle and rubbed his hand around it to spread it evenly as he came over to me, without any ado he leaned over, spread my butt cheeks and rammed it up my ass, the pain almost caused me to pass out again. I think he got the whole handle in and then.