She screams and cry's and begs to be let free but I laugh and point at the other two black men who havent had their turn yet. The first black man unt...es her and forces her to sit on his cock, He shoves his cock in her and slowly starts to lift her up and down, at this moment she had stopped crying, but the second black man gets impatient and wants a go, instead of waiting he straddles Christina from the front, she looks at him like he's crazy and she realizes that he's trying to shove his cock. Just a little bit at a time, so it's happening without you even having to concentrate on it."Summer's rational brain was reeling. Was he serious? Suggestive techniques? It made no sense. Surely it was impossible to hypnotise someone in a coffee shop. Why would you even try it in the first place? She was fairly sure that that she would have noticed someone removing her free will. She was ready to give him a serve. A piece of her mind before she stormed out onto the street. But the words wouldn't. Her lips were parted, eyes were half-closed, unfocussed. Dave could imagine her panting, little breathless cries emerging from her lips as the girl between her legs brought her closer and closer.He couldn’t help it. His fingers seemed to find their way subconsciously inside his jogging bottoms. The elasticated waist allowed for easy access and Dave now had his hand wrapped around his rapidly hardening cock.The black girl’s fingers moved up Chloe’s thigh. She crossed her fingers like a corkscrew. If what I was thinking was true, he was a dirty old bastard who wanked off to young girls, just what I wanted, and I knew more about him than he me.So you the reader will not be surprised when I say I popped a letter through his door on Saturday Afternoon, concocted by me, offering the Guides 'Bob-A-Job' service, due next week. I devised it on my computer as a type of questionaire and all he had to do was tick the boxes for the time, and type of chore he wanted done.He chose the general house.