Just as I was thinking about unhooking my seatbelt and jumping out of the van, two sets of hands reached around from behind my seat and grabbed me. I ...creamed as the black hands pawed at my breasts and stroked my face and neck. I tried to pull away but one grabbed my hair and held me tightly in the seat. I screamed again but a hand capped my mouth and muffled it."Don't scream, little girl," the driver said sternly. "My friends and I would just like to spend a few precious moments with you. Please tell me there's something worthwhile on the other side of that damned door?" Very definitely!" The Foole replied, with a hint of some fatigue of his own. "This leads, or used to anyway, to the Watters secure Black Museum, where he privately kept all of his hidden stolen art. This would have been our original destination anyway, if we'd had to intrude to come collect these pieces, before he so kindly had them all packed up for shipment and ready for us to drive away! Most of these sorts. ”I said, “Why? Why in the world?”Vanessa said, “Noise makes you feel hurried; you order faster, eat faster. Those loud restaurants can turn their tables over more quickly.”“But I go out to have fun, relax, socialize.”“That’s why I want to quiet Euforia down even more.”Gloria said, “What’s your average decibel level?”“It’s 65 to 67 most nights. The average restaurant in America is 78 or 79.”Gertie looked at me, the designated noise-dummy, “And that scale is logarithmic. Which means 70 is. It held and nothing hurt. Every bit of my phallus filled her to the brim and beyond, but her body had accepted it as readily as a rubber glove that stretches to allow the wearer to be completely encompassed. She encompassed me alright, and it felt good.I pulled back, both from the link and from her expanded opening. I hadn't withdrawn completely, but it was enough that I had to almost step back for it. I was that long. Yvonne moaned at me over her shoulder. I caught her eyes and her body was.