But I have another technique which I used to get girls turned on...” explained Marcus. He let his statement linger for a few seconds before adding �...�wanna try it?” Marcus looked Daisy straight in the eye as he said it. Daisy bit her lip and nodded adding a timid “sure” in reply.Marcus applied more pressure than normal to the sole of Daisy’s foot. There was no great technique involved, but the comments this would ‘turn Daisy on’, combined with the increased pressure applied, was enough to have. "He is nothing like Steve. Your man said he is not like Jules and justlistens. I respect that, your man needs to be told why he should help. Hemakes his own decisions. I can't just boss him around to get help like Ican with Jules."Jenny was not going to let her husband lie about Jules just to be right.Her man needed to swallow some pride. "Mark, quit that. You don't bossJules around. He helps because he wants to. He offers on his own."I can't believe you put down the boy who helped you hook up. So she kept running. She skirted through two redwood trunks, and looked over her shoulder. The rogue cock was chasing her, only twenty paces behind. She felt panic rising in her pendulous breasts, and turned back and increased her pace. She had a stitch in her side soon, but she heard the rhythmic squishy crunching of the leaves on the forest floor behind her. The cock had elected to run instead of flying after her, so she heard the balls functioning as a very odd yet efficient pair of feet. "Shit, Billie," he said. "You act 'bout as bad as them struttin' small-town snobs down there in Dooberville. I can hear their mamas tellin' 'em now." Hanson wagged his head back and forth and put on a silky-sweet white woman's way of speaking. "Now, honey, don't you ever get in a car with no niggah... you heah? Why, he might just rub black all over you."Billie wasn't sure what Hanson'd said that made her laugh, but suddenly there she was, laughing fit to kill. It made her remember him from.