By Angelo Catrella arriving to start the day's baking and Mike would have sworn he'd heard "Time to Make the Donuts" mumbled at least once or twice th...ough the years.If you wanted to know about anything going on in the neighborhood, that was the place to check. Everything wound up there sooner or later: from lost tourists looking for a map, to local Police Detectives hunting for a lead.As an added bonus, it also became known as one of the safest places in the entire downtown Chicago area. This. He banged her like he did with the escort women that he called upon every now and again. He drove his cock to the utter limits of her cunt and with a few choice words to accompany every thrust. "Like that Cathy, like my cock fucking your cunt? What about your tits, like them mauled as well?" Cathy didn't object and responded, working her bottom and bucking to accommodate every thrust. He emptied his balls, her cry of release and satisfaction echoed off the walls.Picking her up the next Monday. "Reggie chewed and swallowed. He looked unconcerned. "White people think blacks are animals anyway," he said. "Don't make no difference how I eat." Why did you sit with us, then?" asked Maggie. She actually wanted to know, to her surprise."If I sit alone, people will think I'm casing the joint," he said easily. "If I sit with you, they don't pay no attention to me." Do you really believe that?" asked Maggie, shocked."Sometime I'll sit alone and you just watch what happens," he said. "There will. You. Was the answer. You and this. That is why we're here. You think of us as individual human beings, and you haven't put us in a category. We're really glad you took us on.We discussed solutions, and what we could do to keep it from being strange or uncomfortable for anyone. Because of the need, we just had to find a solution. Miriam had the solution. And resolutely walked up to me, tying a scarf in front of my eyes.Now each of us will give you a kiss, and then we can't say that we are alien.