Then a third black guy appeared from nowhere and opened my side’s door, grabbed me by a hand and dragged me out from the passenger seat.The biggest ...lack guy occupied this empty seat close to Victor. The other men pushed me to the back seat. I was stuck in the middle between them.The leader, who was holding the gun, told his name was Lamont. Victor and I would suffer no harm if we obeyed his orders.Both guys pressing me started fondling my tits through my dress. One of them put his hands down. The implication was that she was merely going with a pleasant and unexpected flow, whereas he'd wanted to provoke a more honest and upfront attraction.His concerns didn't prevent him kissing her, of course, and that first kiss was a hit for him. She enlivened his body, thickened the part of him that few women could affect without touching it. And very soon, because Mary adapted with a fluidity which surprised even him, the dance outside the dance speeded up. The kisses became more frequent and. I liked them though I didn't always understand what they were saying. I needed four or five shirts done a week though, and pants and sometimes a jacket or coat, so I got to know them pretty well.Well enough that I thought I could voice a small complaint and not offend them. "Good afternoon, Rose," I said. The woman's name meant 'Rose' in English and that was what she had chosen to be called.I put the clothes down on the counter and Rose quickly counted them "One, two, t'ree, fo', shirt. One. He lay theresoaking and relishing the sensations of the water on the sensitive skinof his breasts, and he played with them under the cover of the bubbles.Here, he did not feel that anyone would see him stroking himself, movingthem back and forth, lifting them, hefting their weight. They floated,but when he stood and raised them up out of the water with his hands, hecould appreciate their mass better than when they hung from thestrengthened chest muscles that Keela had given him. Underwater.