The sound of the zipper was clearly audible in the quiet that had descended in the car, as was his gasp as her warm fingers daintily slipped in throug... his fly and into his boxers as she gently stroked his cock with the tips of her sharp nails.Softly, she grasped his erect cock, bringing it into full view. Her fingers tightened a bit, then began to pump him with a slow, tantalising rhythm."Keep driving," she said. Her other hand plucked at her sweater, pulling its hem upward. Under it she wore. The church had a reputation around St. Louis for getting involved in racial incidents and inflaming them, rather than trying to smooth things over -- and Kwame had been in the center of that, even more so than his father.Kwame was capable of violence -- especially violence that aided his political ends, but on a personal level, too. Indeed, Jon and Tanisha were together only because Jon's unskilled but ultimately lucky and successful attempt at a karate move bought them time to get in the car. Fingers found their way into her pussy, and they laughed at her when they found she was wet.Well, she was wet, but only a little and she was pretty sure she’d kept any of the chemicals her body usually produced under control. The men hadn’t begun fucking her, although it was clear that they wanted to. She could read their fantasies, and while she found the physical things they wanted to do to her very erotic, the pure meanness behind their intent was a turn-off. At least they gave her a little. .. that’s the name for our invitations, isn’t it?” Crawford nodded his bowed head, quivering on knowing there was no escaping further shame now, and was marched unceremoniously up the stairs. Beryl’s cunt tingled with sweet anticipation as she put the key to the door, and swung it open, ordering Crawford through it, to be followed by his female betters. She sniffed at the musty air of the flat, which was exceptionally tidy, considering it had been the abode of a single male, then grinned curtly.