"That's not what we want." He put his hand up,touching her cheek. She reflexively flinched back. Upset, he shouted, "Go!"Jeannie turned around and was...about to run. To the police, she thought. "Oh,take a look at this picture too, before you go," said the old man. She turnedback around and saw the photo in his hand. Jeannie turned ghastly pale.It was James again, still unconscious, in a trunk. However, it wasn't thetrunk of any car, but that of a patrolman's car. Posing beside it was anofficer. She didn't press his fingers against her pussy lips as he expected, but just against that little hollow of tender skin right beside. "Right there," she sighed. "That's the softest part of me. I want you to like it. To like me." Jesus, Diva," he groaned in hopeless frustration. His cock swelled and pushed insistently against his briefs. He pressed his finger against the warm, damp skin she wanted him to know was so soft. Then he let his finger brush once across her warm, pliant pussy lips. "You. Teasingly (as that was my thing), I acted as though I wasn't going to take him into my mouth.He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled down towards the floor, forcing my neck back. I made eye contact with him and he looked somewhat liked a crazed animal. "No more teasing, my little slut. Open your mouth." "Slut?!?!" I mentally recoiled in horror. I opened my mouth. As my lips closed around his shaft, his nasty name calling reverberated in my head and I realized that it was making me hot. . Seeing the girls, he held the door open for them as they entered. Neither of them noticed that after they walked into the bar, he walked back in behind them. He just leaned up against the frame as the door closed behind them, and watched their asses as they walked towards the bar. Wendy and Deb suddenly realized that the bar had gotten very quiet, and looking around they realized they were the only two white faces in the bar, and that it was almost all large black bikers wearing the colors of a.