As her fingers began to move, I slowly set the pace for our marathon and began sliding my prick in and out and in and out. Long ago I had found that i... I got all of the way erect and near to cumming but was then left without satisfaction, an erection that I re-established after that would last a long time. It was almost as if my body wanted to protect myself from experiencing complete frustration so it would hold me at a point further back, allowing me to fuck for a very nice long time. Such. " With hishand up between her legs the cop easily lifted Stacy off the ground and puther over his shoulder, he carried her toward the cop car. Stacy heard thetrunk pop and the cop tossed her down hard on the large first aid kit andspare tire inside, she barely had room to move in the overstuffed trunk.In an instant the world went completely black as the trunk lid shut aboveher. Stacy could barely breathe forthe next 15 minutes, it wasn't for lack of air, it was panic, she was. Then he ... ah shit."After a brief moment of concern, Pete breathed a sigh of relief as he remembered his commands were holding and Megan couldn't talk about the drug or its effects to the other women. Even if she had been able to mention the drug, the others would have promptly ignored her the moment she did. What Pete failed to realize was that Megan hadn't actually mentioned hypno-juice and sisters had a way of communicating."Oh my," gasped Mindy, "You're saying we were in a semi-catatonic. We are a constant reminder of what could have happened in the United States of America as well as other parts of the world where Black men and Black women were enslaved. The Black people could have risen as one and dethroned the almighty White slave owner and his White woman. She in whose name countless Black males have been put to death. Emmett Till, anyone? The Haitian is a constant reminder to the White person that he or she is not a god. Just a human being. Of course, they would never say.