After a few moments I looked over at daisy, her back was against the door frame she was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse, she had undon... her blouse buttons and was playing with her nipples, she had one hand down her skirt with the zip undone to allow movement. She was masterbating to me masterbating, I thought there and then I was going to erupt.‘Daisy, come and watch this with me’She cautiously walked over to the bed and laid next to me, she unbuttoned her blouse and revealed. "We will talk about his parents later," the Medusa said, unaware of what Tim had meant. "You will come with me." The fuck I will!" Tim yelled with so much anger that tears fell from his eyes. "What did you do to my friend?"The Medusa frowned, and grabbed Tim's hand. "Get in the car." The young man found himself doing as his captive suggested without a struggle. The Medusa walked him over to the passenger side of the car and sat him down. As soon as his hand was released however, Tim had control. What if it didn't respond to unnatural desires to assume new lives?What if it inspired those sinister feelings in the first place?I sat down.The whore was looking at me, perplexed. She took a chair and set itdown right in front of me and sat so that her legs overlapped mine, oneknee to the outside of my left leg, the other knee between my thighs,close to my groin. She put her hand on my knee. "Relax. It's alright.You need t'relax. Here, let me help ya."She moved her hand further up my leg then. I love women of all colors,But she was one of those white women that could walk into a all black bar and be fine.She was what I like to call a BMF (Black-Man-Friendly) a natural flare that I would find the answer to this puzzle much later. So we couldn’t take it no more.All the talk about her sucking my cock and us phone fucking made us nuts,so we made plans to meet that Saturday.She was only few towns away.So we made arrangements for her to go the nearest bus stop and I would be arriving.