The Sharks were mostly Hispanics with all grades of skin color, and the Tornadoes were mostly Blacks with less tolerance for color variations. High ye...lows were too near White to be acceptable. The other thing that we knew was that the Tornadoes were heavily into drug sales. The Sharks also peddled drugs, but not as intensively as did the Tornadoes.By asking the right kind of questions and reading between the lines, we worked it out that the Sharks were more into the protection racket, and the. Foot rub. Second only to sex with Haley on that ‘best feeling in the world’ list.The foot rub ended in what almost was a common thing from when the girls were much younger. Deena perched on one arm of my recliner, Haley on the other.Giggle. “You can sit in his lap, Haley. I know you’ve sat in his lap by now.”I’m thinking ‘and she knows exactly the effect that move has one me’, but Haley just sort of slumped off the arm of the recliner and into my arms.She looked up at me with those big brown. “What the hell does that mean?”Ebima glanced at the clock, then looked down at Chris. “Will you permit me to touch you?” Chris thought for a moment. “Do you promise not to hurt me?” Ebima placed a dark hand on his apparently bare chest. “I give you my word as a demon.” Chris huffed and nodded. Ebima smiled yet again, and lifted the boy clear of the bed. He held Chris as if he could’ve held him forever and never tire. He then turned and to Chris’ horror, leapt through the open window. Ebima had. So, as she runs her tongue along my clit, she sticks two fingers into me, pulling the in and out, gaining speed and losing her gentle touch. Suddenly I am brought back to reality as she bites down hard on me, causing me to cry out in pain. She stands up, looks at me and reprimands sharply "No! I did not tell you to speak! Silence. Now I will have to punish you!" she reaches down to undo my leg restraints and I catch a lance of her voluptuous cleavage, and I see that her nipples are hard. She.