Denise flitted across the small stage like a ballerina in heat and bent over to pour coffee for the black Detroit boss with the gold teeth that shined...like beacons of bright yellow sitting on top of a shimmering hill of tattooed black skin. His name was "Batman". He didn't get that name for his similarity to the masked crusader but because he wielded a baseball bat with wicked skill to squish anti-labor goons hired by management to bring negotiations to a quick conclusion in their favor.. A small smile crossed her lips, perhaps she could help them later. She had to survive first, the approaching multitude, that was rapidly closing in on this world.A thought came to her as she nodded then turned to stare intensely at the hundreds of people. All of them stopped a moment, nodded, then went back to what they were doing before.The female smiled as she turned a hundred eighty degrees reaching out. Hundreds more stopped like those before then went back to acting as if nothing had. Mr. Banks let out a groan as he spanked his cock, watching his wife kissing me. I grabbed her ass. I squeezed and kneaded her rump. I massaged her. She ground against me, my dick throbbing against her. It was amazing. My tongue danced with hers. My heart pounded.“Oh, Dad, that’s just sad,” Talia said. “I used to think you were a man, but now we have Billy. I’m his Cock-slut and Mommy’s Pussy-slut. Isn’t that amazing?”“Yes, honey,” groaned Mr. Banks.“Such a wuss,” moaned Cali. “Ooh, just like. I was joking.On the other hand, she said “sure” and she was not joking. She took my half hard cock in her mouth and deep throated it once. “There, that ought to hold it.”Hold it hell, that son of a bitch got so hard it hurt. I worked it back inside my pants and zipped up. “Let’s get out of here,” I said.Ralph was used to rejection. He turned and went back inside where he would get drunk off his ass and sleep alone. I escorted her back inside and got my heavy parka. She had worn a ski jacket. We.