Black men and black women had come a long way. Yet we still had a long way to go. Jordan had strong opinions about that. He felt that the black commun...ty ought to unite. Send more black men and black women to college instead of prison. He was quite emotional during this sharing session. I smiled, looking at this brilliant, and quite misunderstood young brother. Jordan was an okay guy when you got to know him. Seriously. Like many young black men, he felt that the world was hostile to him. Not. I totally forgot about Billy until a few minutes later he came into the room with a red woman's Santa outfit on with black stocking's and a pair of black boots that came up pass his knee. He made a joke about what did we think but no one batted an eyelid except me, I had never been so excited, when he knelt in the bed i reached out and took his cock in my hand,till this day i don't know where or how the courage came to me to do this but at the time it just felt right so i bent down and took his. Before I knew it, most of the guys had their clothes off and they were forcing me down to my knees. I was about to beg them to stop, but one of the players shoved his throbbing dick in my face. It felt so warm as it brushed up against my cheek, and then he got it into my mouth. “Fuckin’ suck it, bitch!” the guy said. They had my hands on their cocks, making me jack away, and my face was crowded with dick. They called me all sorts of names, insulted me, made me suck their balls or put. Steve glanced down just as a light flashed on in the instrument panel. The air car changed course and no matter how Steve steered it in other directions it always returned to the same course. Finally he gave up, "There must be some kind of attracter signal being sent to the car. No matter where I steer the car it always returns the same direction. I guess we will just have to follow the signal to its source."By late afternoon they approached a city that looked about the size that would be.