"Where da money bitch?" Jim yelled."What, I don't have any money!" Melissa answered."Bitch, I want some money or some jewelry or I'm gonna fuckin' kil... you!" Melissa was crying at this point, obviously she was scared to death."Please don't hurt me, I don't have any money or jewelry!" Melissa begged this large black man.Jim drug her around the room and ordered her to find some money as Melissa cried hysterically."Bitch, I ain't gonna ask you no mo, give me some money!" Jim shouted at. Then under them. She was getting a little wet and seemed to push back. The thought popped in my head and I let my body follow.. what if I slow down the car and do the predictable pervy thing to do. I have never done anything like this before and I got a little excited at the prospect. I knew it would be hard to do knowing Abby.. but I gambled... and the rest is this story.While a trucker drove in the next lane I slowed down and opened her top further, her hands were covering her face to block. The arrival area was many kilometers above the ground level, giving a good view of the many skyscrapers and spires of Omicron that rose and hung like huge stalagmites and stalactites in a cave. The spires were covered in huge holographic billboards, and they housed everything from casinos, brothels, apartments, pleasure gardens, restaurants and everything in between. On the highest levels perched above the rabble, were the most exclusive nightclubs and penthouse apartments costing millions of. One afternoon she got a text from Jamieo "I'm coming over 2nite to talk". This made Jennifer very happy and excited. She thought Jamieo might be coming to talk finally or better yet to fuck her again. It made her so wet just thinking about it. She went an put on a low cut maternity dress. She hadn't noticed before but her tits were swelling to. Jamieo will like this I know! Jennifer wondered if that's the only reason he stayed with his other white slut because she had two C cup boobs. She had.