“Come here bitch!” Kyle growled.Keeping his hand between her legs Kyle dragged Michelle over in front of her husband.“Check this out David; your...wife is getting wet for me,” Kyle said, tormenting David.He spun Michelle around and made her bend over.“Open your legs honey,” Kyle kicked her feet apart.“Check this out David,” he grabbed David’s scalp and forced his bowed head up.David’s face was only inches from his wife’s nylon-swathed mound. As she was wearing seamless sheer-to-the-waist. But several of the cars which passed him as he rode along seemed to be entirely normal, identical to the models he knew in his home node.After riding for half an hour Jason coasted into town. He immediately noticed several buildings which were not quite the same as those he was used to. The colors were slightly different and in one case there was a building had a significantly different architecture than the corresponding one in the same place in the town he was used to. Jason was now convinced. It took a short while for their eyes and ears to adjust. On their left they could see a circle of scantily clad girls, whose reflections appeared in wall and ceiling mirrors in whichever direction they looked, gyrating to the rhythmic music, competing between themselves to catch the attention of the, mostly western, men sat in groups or alone before them. Soon they would join them. Mama Mutia led them into the cramped changing area, where they changed for the first time into the boots and. She had been taught for years that what white people had done to Black people was terrible. Her race was the only one that had enslaved another. Her race was the only one that had practiced racism. But was it really a sin like the Original Sin of the bible? Was she really guilty of the same sin as all other white people? Was she being racist because she didn’t want Black guys to fuck her. She was confused but she had to answer the question. “You should chose the punishment Mr. James”Jordan.