She had already gone at the McDonalds.Moore Genetics was on the north side of San Antonio. That meant that they had to loop around the city on highway...I-410.The building was a non-descript large steel and glass building only two blocks from the highway. The sign out front said just "Moore" in plain white block letters. The black wrought iron fence that bordered the street had only one entrance; an electric gate with a security camera.The SUV pulled up to the gate around four p.m.A male voice. There I am with Mark Fucking my ass while I am on the phone with Randy. And many more posters cover the wall. There is a close-up of an ass with the transparent dildo shoved up it. It has been enlarged so that the asshole is about the size of my head. The shape of the spade tattoo on the fight ass cheek and the club shaped birthmark in the crack reveals it is my ass. Now I remember getting these in the mail a week ago from Mark. We had decided to give these to Randy for his birthday. It had. " That big black guy." Lizzie smiled. "He was so looking at you." At me?"'Yes you, girl!" He is totally a basketball player." Taylor chimed in. "I know you likesporty guys." Oh... I..." Jen smiled nervously. The boy was already walking away, soshe could only see his back. He was tall, for sure, well over 6 feet. Hewas wearing shorts and a tee, so she could see he had the well-definedcalves and arms of an athlete. She wondered what he looked like from thefront."I think..." Lizzie began. "You. Turning occasionally, the little processionseemed to be keeping to side streets and darkened alleyways.At one point, the line crossed paths with a staggering, drunken vagrantwho stopped and rubbed his eyes in disbelief at the sight before him."What the Hell is this?" he slurred as he looked over the six pairs ofidentical, achingly sexy legs stomping on by him.Seeing the man, the helpless men's eyes went wide. They made muffled,pitiful noises as they desperately tried to get the man to help.