Is there a way to get all the ones together and let me talk to them at once? It’ll also give us - and by us, I, of course, mean Alex - a chance to o...serve how it works on a mass scale, as opposed to one-on-one interactions.”“Yeah, we can manage that.”“Please keep in mind that, no matter what they’ve done to this point, we’re now responsible for them. I’ll make sure the ones who have crossed the line turn themselves into the authorities, but I don’t want any of your people taking things into. ” I stood about a foot away from her now. “On top of that, you cost me a shot at having sex with a really hot girl a few weeks ago, and now…” I started to gently stroke her left arm. “I’m going to use you to scratch an itch I’ve had for a little while now.”Cindy looked really worried now.“Michael, I…” My hand reached around her and I began squeezing her left ass cheek. “Michael, we can’t do this. I know I might not be the perfect housewife, but I’ve never…” My hand came back around to her front. I kissed him, then, eyes locked on his, dropped to my knees. I reached out, took hold of his cock, lightly stroked him. Our gazes still locked, I opened my lips and moved my mouth over him. My lips closed just past the head of his manhood. I tasted my first cock. I could feel his hardness, his softness, his desire. His lust matched mine for now. I bobbed gently, allowing his member to grow to full mast. His moans urged me to continue, but my body wanted something else.He helped me up. " You ain't no local gal, are you, miss? You're from the north, ain'tcha? So, what's it you'll be wanting. We ain't not got no fancy wines here in Tramville." Just a soda," Tizzy replied. "Soda and ice." We ain't got no ice. But we got soda plenty. You won't be wanting it with anything else?"Tizzy shook her head. What did the bar steward think she was? A woman who drank in public? The next thing, he'd be expecting her to light a cigarette. Like that other Negro girl she could see through the.