‘If they catch you, if they brainwash you, then there’s no hope, Maggie. None at all. But if I put you under…if I brainwash you myself, and give...them to you, then deep down you’d be under my control. Not theirs. I could come back for you, find you, and set you free. It’s the only way to escape Them, Maggie. To give yourself to them willingly. To trust me to come back for you, and free you, and to surrender your mind until then. Do you trust me, Maggie?’ That was the moment when Margaret Jane. I passed each truck ever so slowly so they could get a real good look. Whenever there was traffic behind me I'd signal and they'd let me in until the traffic passed and i could pull back out and flash the next truck. They knew I was enjoying flashing them as much as they were enjoying the show. When I reached the lead truck, the driver was holding a piece of paper up to his window that said, "take it all off hot stuff!" Oh god I wished I were a real woman so that I could comply with that. Finding no luck with the woman at the bar we were at, we decided that it was time to move on again. We wandered down the street, looking for the next bar. We found one called the Dollhouse, and decided to go in. We found a table and immediately ordered our drinks. I had the need to go to the restroom, and excused myself from my friends. On my way back to the table, I noticed a woman alone on the dance floor. Her dark red hair was cascading down past her shoulders, her red halter top barely. Yyeeeeeeeeaaah, deeper, harder...yeaaaaah, bitch!"A delicious wave gagged him, flooding his throat and choking him utterly, spraying from his nose and lips as he pushed two fingers in, wriggling them round. He wondered if it was possible to drown in this manner, realised it might just be and began to panic, spluttering on another cum blast, his eyes rolling back wildly."Don't waste it!" The Man cried, tightening his grip on the back of Gerald's head and pinching his nose. "Drink that cum...eat.