I, for the life of me, do not understand how another woman can turn on one of her own. I cannot understand where this nasty competitiveness comes from... a competitiveness, that to date, I had really only encountered in the male species and they have testosterone as their excuse. Now, I have heard that we women do have some testosterone but believe you me, these women must be taking supplements. Take the woman I work for. She has great ambition, hey and good for her. But people like her have that. .."Suddenly, a door about a dozen feet behind Rose swung open, and five young white males came storming out. I pulled my cock out of Rose's mouth, but two of the men grabbed me - one quickly opened a switchblade. The other three men surrounded Rose, grabbing her by the arms and body as she tried to stand up. I had no idea there were others in the building. I didn't see any other vehicles around the building when I pulled up. I tried to fight off the guys holding me, but my resistence ended when. Nelson stepped forward ready for a fight. I was scared, coz situation threatened to go out of control, but got prepared for a surprise too.They prevailed, and Janette wisely intervened:“Easy, guys, let’s talk it out, no need to fight!” as she tried to push Nelson away from the guys, she removed her hands from her boobs, and her wonderful tits exposed. Now we are all glued at her super perfect boobs with pink sharp nipples. Even Nelson was stunned for a while.The other guys in the boat reacted,. The image I project is what the others see. Just like the image she had conjured up for me to see.I put together an image of an eighty year old, fairly gnarly guy, and sent that off to her. She laughed and said, "Wrong!" Then she added, "Aside from the fact I can SEE you ... humm ... That's really you?"Privacy was no longer an issue being dead and all. The dead have no right to privacy and have no way to protest any type of exposure, decent or indecent. I sensed what she was looking at by.