She was good at this. My cock felt like it never had before. I took off my jacket and threw it on the bed while her head bobbed up and down on my cock...I reached down and caressed her bare back, then slowly lowered myself to a sitting position on the bed. As I did this, she moved forward onto my lap without ever letting my cock slip out of her mouth. I continued to caress her back and leaned forward to wrap my hands round her hips, which I could easily reach through the backless dress. I reached. All I had to do was flash a titty or my pussy at a Cassandrian male, and he would shoot and go limp, or maybe even go limp from intimidation. Then I could complain, without contradiction, that I was frustrated and seek ‘relief’ with a similarly frustrated woman.” She added, “Most Cassandrian women are bi-sexual – you know?”“No kidding!” Pēteris retorted, “But I couldn’t help notice that pussy seems to be abandoned when a cock is waving in the wind.”Trudi giggled, “Yeah, but on Cassandra,. A robbery? Rape victim? She didn't look hurt. I slowly felt her ice-cold neck for a pulse. She's still alive. I tried to wake her up but to no effect. My mind was going haywire. Just moments ago, I was thinking about those plump double DD women from the magazines to keep me highly BPed, and she would've been a perfect model now that I think. I fantasized her in a tight kinky bikini that barely covered her imagined nipples and a possibly hairy cunt that is barely covered - tightly. “Walking by the pool hall.”I knew immediately where he meant. Raytown Rec on 63rd street. Been around longer than I have. No bar, no food, just pool. But they close early. Why is my freelancer out and about? Calling at this hour?Vanessa was wide awake, but she lay still. Waiting to hear if it’s bad news.“They’re closed.”Big sigh, “I know that, bitch. Sheesh. I followed them on my bike.”“Don’t let them see you, Buster. I mean it. He’s poison. Who’s they?”“Some woman. Chink.”“Where are.