It had been almost a week since they grabbed Mary Jane and Taylor wasn’t prepared to wait while the wheels of justice plodded their way along.Taylor...knew the area the bar was in. It was a rundown section of DC with a lot of shady businesses, clubs, and bars. He’d met contacts at bars in the neighborhood once or twice when they didn’t want to go somewhere they’d be noticed. Most of them came out being more afraid of getting mugged than getting seen, but Taylor found it a good place to remain. “Jesse! Mark here! Pick up your phone and get your ass over here! There is this girl named Jessie and she is smoking hot! She wants to get gangbanged by all of us! Don’t be a pussy and flake out on us!” I internally smiled. Only if Mark knew. Only if… Scott finally thrusted one more time into me and shot his load deep inside my boy pussy. I could feel the warmth inside of me which made me really love what was happening. As Scott withdrew his cock, some of his juiced dripped out of my pussy. It. I had to find out.Once I was inside, I still saw people browsing housewares and bedding. It occurred to me that most of the people on their way out had come from the escalator leading to apparel, and when another woman nearly broke her ankle coming down the moving stairs, a couple of the docile shoppers on this floor turned again to see what the disturbance was.It was about now that a woman with a red polo and khaki pants came up to me, holding a radio."Sir, we're closed," she said. "I'm sorry,. They'll light up, and smile and make all kinds of vaguely sexual sounds and the smell of wet pussy will waft on the air.If you watched those women as closely as Robert watched his niece, you'd see their pupils dilate as that gene tells the pleasure center of the brain to release a squirt of dopamine into the bloodstream.And that's for flowers they know aren't even for them!Of course, by the time they get home to their men... not bringing flowers home to put on the table... that dopamine will.